[@Plank Sinatra] [@Crimmy] [@Enkryption]

On the list of problems Lia Icecolle had planned for, attacking statues didn't really factor in. How to charm her way into an extension on the essay she didn't really bother doing, because it was boring. Or how to get it done before sixth period. One or the other. Whether or not her latest piece was up to snuff for an impromptu recital after school. Her favorite shop in town had received the latest collection from Europe, and she needed to make sure she got there before anything in her size was gone. How to avoid rolling her eyes at the homeroom teacher. 

But no, attack of the art student's revenge didn't seem like it'd come up.

Yet here she was.

It wasn't a question of whether or not what she was seeing was possible, she had no problem with that. Terracotta soldiers wasn't [i]that[/i] weird. What caught her off guard was the weird happening [i]here[/i] and happening [i]now[/i]. 

Not that it delayed her reactions. She hit the ground [i]fast[/i]. All it took was one dive out of her chair to hit the floor on her stomach, low and theoretically below any imminent danger. The other homeroom teacher, Dorian, was reacting with a haste that pretty definitively indicated that some of the rumors were true. Whatever he did, whoever he was, before he came to their school, he'd seen some action. And he was accepting the whole terracotta soldier thing pretty quickly. Something to dwell on a little later. 

[color=green]"Don't suppose you'd give that here, sensei,"[/color] The pianist commented cheerfully, having raised herself to her hands and knees to move a little quicker than commando crawling. Imminent danger hadn't switched off her sense of humor. For the moment, being closer to the teacher was safer. Well. Closer to one of them. Jumping out the window, though...

For half a second, she had the image of her skirt catching the air like a parachute and floating daintily to the ground.

Alright, maybe the danger had done the [i]opposite[/i] to her sense of humor...

[color=green]"Easy enough, just don't keep your legs rigid. Drop and roll."[/color] The student drew her knees up towards her chest so she could reach her feet without getting off the ground, where the enemy could see her easier. Heels, even mild enough ones to wear with a school uniform, were [i]not[/i] things to try and land on. So she slipped them off quickly, and held them both with her left hand. Off with her glasses with the right, tucking one of the arms down her collar to keep them secured.

[color=green]"Clear the window, Jin, or I'm gonna take you down with me!"[/color] Lia hollered, making sure her bag was secured across her torso. [color=green]"Don't need you trying to kill me today, too!"[/color]