Interacting with: [@Poppirious][@Krytavius] Enzo's brow raised in annoyance as the winds swept around them with ghastly moans echoing through the docks. The sheer despair of the noise brought a chill down the lad's spine, and he turned around slowly to face the general direction of this adversary. He couldn't really fathom whether this was a demon deliberately attacking an area so filled with reapers and students. The teachers of the academy should surely be able to respond. So, unless this demon was extremely powerful that it thought it could take on an entire island's worth of reapers, Enzo came to a hazy conclusion that this may be a test. A good number of students around them began to panic in their inexperience as they started scrambling away from the source of the eerie moans. However, a few distinguished individuals stood their ground, and something immediately told Enzo that these were the golden eggs of their batch of students. The few who he could see might become excellent reapers. A few meters from him stood a blonde guy, fists crackling with lightning as if he could box the darkness away. Beside him were the distinguished legacies of Lionheart and Lepidos as well as some other faces who rooted themselves in place against the oncoming onslaught of winds. "Do you fight good, Alex?" Enzo eyed the taller boy before turning around to fully face the darkness. "Test or real, we may be in for a surprise." Enzo tried to muster the will to summon his spirit-armors, but a sudden bout of coughs wracked through his system. His throat tightened in pained breaths as the Arachne legacy was brought to his knees. "[i]Putang ina,[/i]" Enzo growled as he the coughs stopped, allowing him to prop himself up on his right knee whilst eyeing the space in front of all of them. "I want you to take everything you know, and chuck it to the waters. The human world is not your world anymore, my friend," Enzo grimaced amidst the madness as he forced his legs to stand up, causing him to wobble for a few split seconds. Placing a hand on the hilt of his kris, Enzo drew his blade with a resounding click of the scabbard. The best he could do now was not to appear weak in front of the others. There was no way he would withdraw whilst he bore the clothed sash of the Arachne. Test or not, this event would decide how others see him, and how others saw his House. Combing his hair back to allow him to see better, Enzo brandished his weapon as he spun it in his hand. "You're in our world now, and all the demons they told you were just fantasies," Enzo spared a glance at Alex. "Are as real as the day and as dark as the night." As he stared down at the darkness in front of him, Enzo tried to suppress the bursts of coughs threatening to rip out of his mouth. He couldn't afford to be weak now; he had to prove that he was just more than a nobody carrying a famous name. Suddenly, his eye caught sight of a guy near him and Alex: a long, black-haired student who had seemed to have inched closer to him during his conversation with Alex. Enzo shot a stern glare at the innocent-looking student, signaling for him to flee if he could not fight. Since Enzo failed to recognize him, he had the feeling that he was a greenhorn-- ignorant to the task reapers did in the profession. "Hey, you, if you can't fight, take a flight," Enzo spoke to him over the whistling gusts and moans, coughs intermittently punctuating his words. "If this is indeed a real threat, you wouldn't want to be in the thick of it."