Fillan pressed himself up against the back wall of the Great Hall, trying his best to avoid getting caught in the fray. As weapons clashed and spells were cast, things were starting to look more hopeful to him. He fiddled slightly with his tie as he stood back, unsure of what to do. Most of these students looked like they were professional fighters, using their weapons and striking without any second thoughts. He was in disbelief, [i]How can they do that? Just...fight? Is is in their nature? In everyone's nature? Fight or flight?[/i] Fillan tried assessing his situation, [i]Is there any strategy to this? What sense of law is prevalent in the midst of all this chaos? The law of club and fang? Kill or be killed... [/i] Tossing a glance to his side, Kludd was a lighthouse, his hands held out. He looked deceptively confident about what he was doing. A blue bubble surrounded them like a cell membrane as the battle raged onward.  

The fight seemed to be reaching near it's resolution. Fillan could feel the bitterness growing inside him. [i]I've done nothing, absolutely nothing! What am I, a leaden idol?[/i] He crumpled internally, burying his face within his hands. his heart pounded and he could feel sweat gather at his brows. [i]Why am I even here?[/i] 

His thoughts were interrupted by a tremor racing through the floor. Fillan snapped his hand to the back wall to prevent himself from falling. Out of the ground rose a gigantic shadow bear, the edges of the bear-shaped apparition were whispy and blurred against the background it appeared in. Despite being a spirit itself, the stifling vortex which is a parody to true eyes was only soulless, devoid of any regular animation that may hint towards any of the normal indicators of life. [i]Those eyes look like they can suck your soul right out of you...[/i] He held his breath as it rose it's snout to the sky and let loose a deafening roar. Broken from his spell, Fillan slowly retreated away from it, slinking along the back wall, but never letting his eyes leave the phantom. 

The bear seemed to have it's attention drawn somewhere else and lumbered away from his direction. Fillan shuddered as he realized it had taken notice of another student, whose arm was maimed. [i]That's the kid from earlier! The one who tried to take Kludd's wallet![/i] Despite being injured, the blonde haired boy had a defiant expression which he wore like war paint on his face. While the kid looked courageous, Fillan stood in silent disbelief; he had a gut feeling things weren't going to turn out well. The kid was lightning fast however and the deep gash on his forearm didn't seem to bother him any as he nimbly sidled up next to the beast and dug his blade into it's back before darting once more away. Feine, the boy with the white hair, charged headlong into battle, racing towards the bear. Fillan tore his eyes away from the scene, he could hear something- someone. In din of the battle, he could pick out one sound perfectly;
"Please wake up now!"

Time slowed down, Fillan scrambled along the edge of the room, avoiding the rust colored blades and ebony claws of nameless creatures. His feet clumsily fell into place as he dashed towards the direction of the cry for help. 

Parting his way through the clamor, Fillan witnessed a dire sight. He couldn't tell who the strange student was, a clock draped their body and light hair obscured their features. Who Fillan could recognize was the unconscious girl the stranger was attempting to carry on their back. Lalisa. All of her color was drained from her and the kid who carried her trembled beneath her weight. Leech-like creatures swarmed around them, encircling the pair. He felt his heart freeze with indecision, [i]What am I doing here?[/i]

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