[b]"IMAGAWA, HEADS UP!"[/b] someone on the boys team shouted, the recipient of the message hastily netting his fingers together and holding his arms out to try and hit the ball back, only for it to hit in the pit of his elbows, angled just perfectly to bounce up and smack him in the nose. Knocked flat on his ass and bleeding a bit, the boy was taken to the nurse's office. [color=FFC300][i]"That angle was superb. So fluid in motion, the way it rippled through the air! Oh, but too bad you didn't catch it. Could have scored a strike."[/i][/color] the overly optimistic voice in his head chimed in, Makoto's eyes spinning a bit. Thankfully his nose wasn't broken or anything, so he was good to return after a few minutes, much to his chagrin. Approaching the gym once more, he noticed a lot of people running out...was the game over already? Regardless, he stepped inside and had to restrain himself from letting out a scream upon seeing the elephant. Booking it to the side of the room, he hid behind the bleachers before he was noticed.

[color=1ABFD6][b]"Of all days this had to happen, it had to be today..."[/b][/color] Makoto grumbled to himself, holding his still throbbing nose and watching from between the slits of the bleachers. Mulling over his options in his head, he noticed the gym teacher...had a class card!? Not to mention, that elephant guy was undoubtedly using one too. Gulping, Makoto pulled out the shimmering golden card from his pocket, shoving it into his chest as his form adopted the guise of his Caster, Zosimos. The tips of his fingers shined as if they were made of solid gold, and the blue veil covering his face adorned itself with oryx and avian bones, a surge of magical energy rushing into his body, as if his entire magical circuitry had been replaced. What he hadn't noticed however was Tsukiya across at the other edge of the bleachers, the Caster's approach swift as he approached Hal, simply touching each piece of the rubble and shifting its entire makeup into that of pumice, which even the weak caster servant easily lifted. 

[color=FFC300][i]"That man certainly seems fond of gold...perhaps an offering would placate someone as shallow as him. Page 427, Diagram C, Makoto."[/i][/color] Zosimos suggested. Taking that as a good idea, Makoto transmuted the pumice he was lifting into solid gold, the overall mass of the rock shrinking greatly as the pores that had been carved out by becoming pumice crushed the rock in on itself, until it was a fine, large nugget of gold. [color=1ABFD6][b]"Come now, there's no need for threats here. I'm certain a wise man such as The Great Xerxes sees the benefits of mutual cooperation, as well as negotiation."[/b][/color] he said, clearing his throat to make it not super obvious who he was, while also extending the gold out to Xerxes, one hand behind his back, touching his own back as if readying something. He hoped that someone would catch on, and use the opportunity to beat Xerxes' shit in for him. He wasn't good at fighting, even as a Class Card holder...