To Rise, First You Must Burn.

[nohoundsallowed]

((OOC Note: This immediately follows this post and continues it on.))

Consciousness came back slowly to Headmaster Rachel Grey-Ramsey. The pain hit her faster. She groaned softly as her head and shoulder throbbed. She could sense all the chaos happening around the school, but her mind was too muddled to make sense of it. She reached up and pulled books and cracked shelving off her head and shoulders.

She knew she needed to be up and moving to protect the children. She wasn't helped by a cascade of wood and paper into her lap.

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[iced_cherub]

"Yeah, which could have gone better. Just hope that it bought others time to get to safe rooms." She got to her feet looking at him carefully. "You probably should be in them too if you're a guest." She managed to fold one wing slightly.

"Stupid wings, not big enough to fly with, and lousy like this... You'd think they would have put something a little more helpful in combat into the mix." The last bit was muttered low, mostly to herself. "We should get inside, check on the damage right?" She really didn't know protocol, but that sounded like something her dads would do. Check on the younger students, though not many were younger than she was, and get orders from someone who knew more.

"I'm Bobbi by the way. Probably heard some of the others yell that out when I'm kicking a ball around."

[dark_scion]

"Since the bulk of the attack appeared to be directed at the buildings themselves, it seemed more prudent of me to remain out here," he explained.

He glanced at her, noting her sorry state. Feeling a moment of compassion, he removed the Purifier dagger from his jacket and offered it to her. "In case you need to defend yourself. I have enough natural weapons to not require it."

"Friedrich," he said by way of introduction, "but Fred is acceptable. So..Bobbi, you believe going back inside is advisable?"

[iced_cherub]

"That would be because that's where most of us were. They attacked us during classes." She pouted.

Though when he handed her the knife she looked at it puzzled. "I... Can't fight with this. I'd kill someone. I don't want to risk it. I don't care if they're trying to kill me, they're really bad at it."

Looking towards the buildings she thought a moment. "We should at least get away from them. I don't know how long they'll be jerkcicles. Pretty sure they won't be enjoying a sunny beach the rest of the season though. dead skin and salt water can't be a good combination."

[dark_scion]

"If that is your preference," he accepted, taking the knife back. "Then perhaps it would be advisable for you to stay close to me so as not to incur further damage."

He looked questioningly at her. "Then you wish to leave the campus?"

[iced_cherub]

She nodded, though shook her head at leaving.

"No, we should find one of the adults. I'd rather know what to do next with them telling us than flounder around. Maybe get to the infirmary to at least clean these wounds. I don't want to get them infected too much." She bit her lip at that thought, she likes her limited flight, being grounded full time would suck.

[dark_scion]

"Very well. Can you walk?"

[iced_cherub]

"Yeah, I can." She bit her lip. "And I should be able to shield us if there are more guns. They haven't hit me yet, well at least too vital."

[dark_scion]

"Nevertheless, let's be cautious and proceed," he suggested.

[iced_cherub]

She nodded. "Okay, let's go." She moved to head for the main building figuring that would be where everyone would gather. "You cool with this Fred? I mean with just checking in with the adults."

[dark_scion]

He followed after her, but took smaller steps so as not to outpace her.

"There is logic in what you say. I have no objection."

[iced_cherub]

"Good I was worried I was just sounding like a baby wanting to find the others." She was careful not to bump her wing too much.

She was keeping a look out as well, because she really didn't want to get caught off guard.

[dark_scion]

"There is strength in numbers." He sniffed the air, checking for foreign scents and familiar ones.