Kith was staggering back towards his room. He wasn't injured enough to need to go to the infirmary, but he was still pretty tired and bruised up from all his acrobatics, the landings of which he could rarely stick, and his over expenditure of spirit energy to save Ueleg. As a result, he was one of the students to hear Mr. Feromus's angry rantings, and one of the very few to see a few bursts of flame.

Guess I was wrong about him... I didn't think he'd give a damn about our safety, but he seems pretty upset about it. ...Well, there weren't any fatalities anyway. That's always good... ugh... I need to rest. Kith slumped against a wall for just a moment before staggering onward toward his room. No more jumping around like a monkey for me... no siree. God damn but those falls hurt.

(OOC: See... his fighting style is part impressive, part funny, and part kind of pathetic. Getting knocked around the whole time, yet managing some impressive jumps... rarely managing the landings... and all the while, never actually getting hit by a real blow.)

Zek was helping clean up the blood from slain demons by burning it away, and to help wok off his anger. When he was a fresh graduate, he had temperarily been a Guardian before he became a teacher, and he still shivered at some of the things they had done to towns that weren't ready. He saw more horrors in a year then most see in their lives, and it had permenantly set him on the path to being a teacher. Seeing what he saw made him bitter and angry at these young punks, always so cocky and arrogant, so sure of themselves. More like so full of themselves...

But many of the other teachers were former Guardians as well, and he wondered what had possesed the headmaster to allow Novices and Adepts to fight these things, when full grown warriors feared them. True, what warriors feared was much different from these simple minor demons they had brought in, but demons always were and always would be crafty and dangerous foes no matter how supposedly "weak" they were physically.

Regardless, he was proud of his band of screw-ups. He had seen many of his students working together, casting spells with precision, and even in the heat of combat they hadn't broken or given up. He would never admit this, not even in an empty room, in total dark, at midnight, when a Sound Ward had just been cast preventing all sound out, and he only whispered it, he would NEVER dare say it out loud, but he was proud that his teaching was helping to craft his new novices into skilled mages.

ooc: Sorry, I was out last night, we can assume that I kicked a little ass, not much, just enough, though.

Kirin Staggered towards the infirmary, his foot bleeding badly from a demon that had thought itself crafty, and fell to the ground behind Kirin, biting him deeply and seveing his achilles tendon. This was all before he cracked it in half (again) Tiger Woods style.
Got any room left?
He said to the nurse, hoping to overshadow the pain with humor

Jason headed towards the blacksmith shop inside the academy, wearing traditional academy dress with his armor being carried in his arms. It's a good thing I came ready. My armor has been dented several times by those demons, but it can be repaired. Thankfully, it took the hits for me, instead of me getting bones broken and such. He shuddered, thinking of his injured comrades.

He stepped into the shop, and started to work on repairing his armor. I hope my blacksmithing classes will help me out here. If I hadn't taken those classes since I joined, then I'd probably break my armor instead of fixing it!

ooc: I kicked major ass! I just got hit in the end. Assume that I hit something with a lightning bolt and a fire ball, got scratched up then used my limited wind to bounce me up onto a ledge away from the action.

Ueleg limped into the infirmary. He uttered several curses, several of which he wasn't even sure that existed.

At least he had done alright. But still that wound in his leg burned like helll.

(OOC: Don't forget that Kith saved your ass while you were limping about.)

Kith finally staggered into a dorm room that he assumed was his, but he was too exhausted to look around more than was required to lock his eyes onto the bed. Mmm... so tired He staggered over to the bed and collapsed into it, falling directly into a deep sleep, with approximately half of his limbs hanging over the side.

(That's odd...I could have sworn I posted this...)

Kane had come out of the battle largely unscarred, but what stung even more was that he had been forced to fired so many of his good bullets (read: bullets that look and work like modern bullets) in order to stay unwounded; they took almost an hour each to make, and he stood a good chance of shooting himself in the face by accident--something he'd done more times than he'd admit. However, if he had help, things got much easier. Thus, he said very loudly as he arrived at his dormatory: "Anyone care to make a time donation to the Help Kane Make His Ammunition so he Doesn't Die Fund?"

Kirin quietly limped up behind Kane and slapped him on the back, yelling
SURE THING, BUDDY!!!

Ueleg, after several complex weaves that he had modeled for the professor with his remaining energy, walked back into the room, his leg just fine. He laughed, "I think I'll donate to the 'artifice fund' myself for now so that I don't have to pass out teaching the professors rejuvination weaves again." He said and sat down with a sigh. "I more than accounted for myself but still I almost got taken out by those two." He turned to Kith "Thanks for back there. Tommorow I can cast some healing or mending weaves of whatever you need."

"Man, you guys are fricking worthless. Worthless! Your monetary value is nil! You couldn't buy a loaf of bread!...or something like that." Kane paused. "I'm kidding."