[center][h3][color=crimson][b]Tholl[/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=crimson]"Umm, as much as I appreciate how ready you are, you do know I was joking, right?"[/color] Tholl said with a wide eyed stare directed towards the kitsune maid, seemingly incredulous that Lotte could be that perfect as to just casually have a meal like what she asked for in the teacher's lounge. [color=crimson]"Seriously, you don't have a hobo tied up in the teacher's lounge, right? Not that I'm one to judge but I assumed Yurius was getting donor blood, cause that's just too dark to not be a secret here. Though I suppose if you do I won't pass up-"[/color] 

Whatever shady transaction or aborted attempt at humor was brewing was brought to a fortuitous conclusion with the advent of the Head Magister's mental faculty broadcast. Sobering immediately at the news, Tholl turned from Lotte and left the cafeteria with a calm gait so as not to rouse a panic. As she made her way to the nearest exit her awareness stretched out to the woods around and touched upon the creeping arachnids who dwelt there.  

At her command those nearby drew towards the scene of the crime and offered her a glimpse of the unfortunate students grisly fate, so savagely torn asunder with out regard for consumption or efficiency. The textbook definition of barbarism. Tholl herself arrived soon after and came to pause beside the Head Magister as she sent the spiders off into the woods to begin the search ahead of her.

[color=crimson]"Whatever beast this is isn't of the natural world."[/color] Tholl declared with an edge of surety in her words. [color=crimson]"Just pure violence. Hatred. Nothing motivating this kind of attack could be found in any bear or coyote. What a waste of potential- I found something."[/color]

Her eyes snapped off into the woods, where an arachnid had come upon the firm imprint of equine hooves stamped into a patch of soft dirt bereft of fallen leaves. [color=crimson]"It looks like...the hooves of some  horse. Too big for deer, at least."[/color]

Tholl raised her hands as the pale skin gave way to blackened carapace broken by bands of yellow terminating in four rending claws where there had been five digits prior. Fine hairs lined them and traveled up into her sleeves, and she promptly cracked her knuckles while affixed a grim countenance to her features.

[color=crimson]"Head Magister. I have a bearing on the assailant. I'll try and subdue it if its capable of rational thought, but otherwise I'm considering this lunch."[/color] Tholl declared with a crack her hardened knuckles before dashing into the woods, sprinting at full tilt to close upon her prey.