[i]Ophelia called to Morthos and Jax [color=6ecff6]"Bye!"[/color], and moved with lightening speed towards the building, finding a change room first of all to change into the extra [url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/b2/01/a7/b201a7ca7562d81ddbc0adff8809c958--cool-costumes-halloween-costumes.jpg]outfit[/url] she brought to prevent another dress from getting ruined. This clothing option was much more revealing than the dress she came to campus on, and it also allowed her to move easier. She found her way to her class, which took place half outside, half inside in a small courtyard. 

There were targets of all sizes laid across the lawn, some of which were moving, and she went to place her bag with her dress and cloak on a hook against the wall outside. She took her bow and knocked an arrow into place, her mind focused for the most part. Something seemed off about today, and she had a weird feeling in her stomach. She shook the feeling away, the loose pieces of white hair around her face waving a little. Jax would have told her if something was wrong, she figured, and with that thought, shot her arrow, hitting the target dead on. Ophelia was stronger than a normal person, thanks to her Vampirism. It came with many perks, but also with some things that weren't so great.

For a while Ophelia continued to practice with her bow, but her focus was instantly cut through with the scent of familiar blood. Her grey-blue eyes shifted colors, turning more silver than anything, and her nostrils flared. Without a second thought, she began to move, her feet now clad in blue thigh high stockings, which pressed firmly to the ground beneath her. She grabbed her bag, reaching in to replace her bow with her other favored weapon, her whip. She wrapped it around her arm and then took off in the direction that Jax's blood was coming from. Normally this wouldn't bother Ophelia, but the scent was so strong she new the amount of blood loss had to be great.

Quickly, Ophelia arrived at the staircase to the arena, hearing gasps and shouting. She slammed the door aside, suddenly hearing Morthos shouting as well, [color=fff79a]"Come on Jax! Get up! Don't give this jerk the satisfaction!"[/color] This only caused Ophelia's worry to bubble into full on panic and anger. The last time that Jax had fought, she nearly died. 

Finally she made it to the top, the time seeming to slow down as Ophelia's gaze landed on Jax lifeless against the concrete. Instinctively, Ophelia's mouth fell open and the sound that came out was something from nightmares. It was blood curdling and angry, inhuman in nature and the sound echoed through the entire area, ending in a low growl, her upper lip pulled up over her fangs to bare them, venom dripping off of the sharp tips onto her bottom lip, her hair now falling down her back and shoulders. [/i]