Izo looked upon the unfolding scenario with disdain. He could have attempted to help with the gunshot wound but that had already been attended to by those more able and willing. Instead he watched as several members of the group made speeches to try and formulate a plan and raise moral, their voices were weak as was their spirit in his eyes. Already one of the students had left and another pair seemed to be about to break into a fight.
The robed student laughed. Well, it was less of a laugh and more of a single rapid exhalation of breath from his mouth. [color=f7976a]"If it is true that we were all friends at one point, a part of me cannot help but feel sad knowing that within the week one of us will have killed another." he paused for a moment as he considered how to word his reasoning for such a conclusion "Look at us, we are putty in that bear creatures hands. It merely told us it's intentions and we have began to fall into hate and malice ourselves.Not that I am surprised of course,many of you seem to have resolves of glass." the ultimate fanatic finished speaking without any real change in his somewhat disturbed expression but a surge of somewhat strangely familiar dread began to settle in his mind. He would die here. The other fools would play this bear's game and kill each other for the slim chance of survival but he would not. He would stand strong in his resolve against whatever powers had placed him here to break his will and die if he must, he would not give in to this twisted creature's demands nor would he end the life of a being that showed favor with the divine-as all people of their skill did in his eyes.
As he thought on his inevitable fate Izo Saitou began to move backwards,fidgeting with one of his many iron rings as he did, assuming nobody interrupted him after several steps he would turn and return to the spot he had awoken.