[center][h1][color=cyan]Kanbaru Otoko[/color] [/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Caprice's capacity to rub salt in the wound was something of a power in and of itself, Kanbaru thought sourly as her ice sphere rolled outside her control courtesy of the magician's acrobatics. Really was it too much to ask for a moment of dignity in this school? Perhaps this was karmic justice for actually being interested in lessons they would now never receive courtesy of a nightmarish demon having eaten the school.

The moment they were clear upon solid ground the sphere shattering, Kanbaru shakily landing upon her feet being more a matter of luck then any display of skill like Caprice. Somehow by the time she turned about the girl had sequestered a chair and popcorn, still sizzling from the butter dripped upon the hot kernels. She met this offer with a glower and turned aside, unwilling to look at Caprice as her hand shot out and came away with a handful of greased perfection. 

[color=cyan]"I'm not a delinquent!"[/color] The bluenette barked reflexively, not even realizing who she was shouting at till she saw the Student President standing atop a cloud, perfectly at ease in spite of being close enough to feel the breath of the demon pull upon his scarf with each rise and fall of its chest. That nonchalance roused a scream of frustration from the Head Mistress that had the Final Boss of the floor swing a fist of such size that the friction upon the air wreathed it in ghostly flames. 

It's skyscraper of an arm still managed to miss the 'Student' before it cleanly, the blow thrown astray by an airship fusillade pummeling it all of the sudden. Neither summoner nor demon expected interference from a party beside the two content to watch from the ground, but the Head Mistress wasn't of the mind to forgive fools picking fights beyond their means and raised a finger to the approaching vessel. The Demon mirrored her motion, and a pinprick of eldritch light formed at the tip of its claw, ominously pulsing as it charged for a few seconds before firing off a roaring gout of flame in their direction.

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[h1][center][color=crimson]Lorelai De Windt[/color][/center][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/51fc61ac770a524e9468f174afa94d7f/tumblr_inline_n1xc79Kcic1rb3m8r.png[/img][/center]

Pummeling steel didn't have the same appeal as crushing enemies of flesh and blood, but Lorelai faithfully took the vault door to task with every blow. It wasn't the work of mere moments, more minutes if she were to be honest, but she had faith that with time it would yield to Akiko its riches in full. Yet Akiko seemed to have another method in mind as she bodily slammed into Lorelai, throwing them both clear of the vault...and the flaming motorcycle that had blown the battered barrier clear off its hinges into the vault proper. 

The knight blinked, astonished briefly by the visual and auditory assault it made on her senses before reaching back to pat Akiko's head lightly. [color=crimson]"Your instincts are worthy of the ears upon your head. Well done, indeed."[/color]

She followed Akiko inside, mindful to stand guard while Durgan amused himself with the sudden mass of looters shambling into the bank to pilfer their own well earned gains. It was truly curious why they thought to try and fight a monster of his size with only teeth and nails, but if they wanted to be smashed under his paws then far be it from Lorelai to dissuade them. It struck her odd they were already so rotted that maggots crawled upon them, but it only took a roar from the great beast's maw to pop them like balloons, minuscule organs pulverized and dropping several of the looters as well.

When Akiko had her fill of....Bees, they returned to Durgan and Akiko took to his back with an ease that had the knight smiling a she joined her. It wouldn't have taken much effort on Durgan's part to blast them out of there, but she bayed him to remain still as Akiko drew forth the Crimson Relic. It was a matter of import that Akiko grow comfortable in using her power, as Lorelai had doubts that her might alone would carry Akiko through every trial. 

Words of praise would have meant little to the feline girl for her act of violence, so she settled for wrapping an arm around Akiko's stomach in a partial hug, reassuring her through contact. A language the knight was fluent in, if no other but her mother's tongue. So when she stiffened in alarm at her summoner offering the imposter 'Kanbaru' a ride upon Durgan, she  easily conveyed her thoughts on the matter. That a carved stone a vibrant shade of Violet appeared in her other hand, gleaming with unspoken menace would tell 'Kanbaru' the blood price for striking Akiko was more than she could ever hope to afford.