[h1][center][color=4286f4][i]Arthur Stanford[/i][/color][/center][/h1]
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To say that this was by far the least expected outcome would be the understatement of the millennium. He took a shaky step backwards, and didn't have anything to say as the students morphed into one eyed monsters the likes of which he assumed were fundamentally impossible. He placed a hand over his mouth, concerned for a moment that he may be driven to throw up in revulsion. One thought racked his consciousness, and that was [i]survive[/i].  He barely could even process that Hedge was somehow protecting them against these things, only that he knew that staying close to him was the best way to not quickly become a corpse.

	Ash had apparently opted for insanity, and decided to yell at the beasts. "[color=4286f4]Leave them alone, we need to get out of here.[/color]" He said, his voice soft and his voice cracking a bit. Arthur wasn't a coward, but he was a pragmatist, and yelling at the beasts would serve him no purpose. He knew that he couldn't scare something like this, so it wasn't even worth trying. The mark of a true strategists is knowing when to to retreat, and by the gods if this wasn't the time. He got closer to hedge, ready to follow him wherever he wanted to take them.