Brent felt something try to wrap itself around his wandering mind... but as soon as he realized what it was, he sat bolt upright and shook it off (literally; he shook his head vigorously as he focused on expelling the spirit). Unfortunately, a fair number of the other students had succumbed to possession, and were wreaking havoc - Brent ducked as a heavy book flew past where his head had been a moment ago.

Thankfully, someone had created a convenient escape route, which Brent watched Laurella get dragged through by... what was his name? Johnny? Whatever, it wasn't important, so long as the girl was safe.

What was important was that a possessed student much larger than Brent had just grabbed his arm to prevent him from escaping. "Unhand me, bear!" he demanded, despite knowing full welll that the guy wasn't going to listen.

"I'd get moving if I were you!"

"A moment, if you please!" Brent shouted back in irritation. Thinking quickly, he reached into his pocket for his deck of sigiled cards and pulled one out. Holding it up to his mouth, he whispered, "Shatter," and tossed it behind his captor.

CRASH!!

Startled, the student loosened his grip just enough for Brent to dash away and dive through the hole.

Duane was lounging in his classroom waiting for the bell to ring, when he heard the screams. A few moments later he got a message on his radio:
"Crestin here! What the fuck is going on?! We've apparently got hundreds of hostiles and most of them are about to be students at this school. I've got at least ONE Blood Summon demon. Reinforcements now."
He leaped at the radio, quickly relaying his reply. "This Gallcabair, I'll be there momentarily."

He ran out of the classroom, taking a timed bomb and a canister of tear gas out of his pocket.
As he tore down the hallway, a mob of possessed students came up to meet him. He charged at them head on, throwing his tear gas canister at the mob in front of him, allowing him to pass. The gas wouldn't hurt them, but would serve to incapacitate them for a while.

He followed the noises of destruction to where the Blood Summoned was. As he reached it he noted the positions of Elissa and Jared. Making sure to avoid them he pressed a button on the timed bomb and flung it at the Blood Summoned. He reached into his pockets, and took out two acid containers and hefted them.
"Did you ask for reinforcements Maem?" He asked as the bomb exploded with a roar.

Task sighed. They blew a hole in the wall? Teacher had some sort of super power towards demons? This was a bit over his head. But, he had to watch the girl, kinda, and he also had to get the fuck out of there.

Kings...Er...Task, leapt onto Mr. Silva's desk and bolted for the hole.

Though disturbed by the horrific goings on, TasK-ingscouldn't help but quip "I suppose we're not going to have any homework, huh?"

"Hey, whatever the stories say about me I'm not a murderer," Jimmy retorted, as he set Laurella down on the other side of the hole and released his grip on the other kid, hopefully safe on some grass. "Though I do enjoy busting breaking things," he finished with a bit of a grin.

Turning toward the strange kid who had been chanting earlier Jimmy spoke, "You seem to have some idea of what the hell's going on, so lead the way."

Things were now moving too fast for Gael to keep up with. One moment there are just a bunch of possessed, the next the walls been blown open, the teachers manifesting...pretty boy powers, and a thug had run off with the mother of hell. This was well beyond anything he'd dealt with up to this point. Still, the mother of hell was his top priority.

Gael started towards the hole in the wall when a thought finally struck him I'm on the exact opposite side of the room. He started forward slowly, until it clicked that he was being left behind. "Like hell!" he shouted as he charged across the room, slashing at anyone who got too close to him, and running after the group with the mother of hell.

He arrived just in time to hear the thug asking the magic kid society? Who knows what was going on. Stopping next to them, he doubled over, panting, then finally sitting down on the grass.

Trish was still scoffing at the teacher's earlier claim of there being a 'safe place' nearby. So the Mother must have an organized group of student bodyguards, with a safe zone set up already. Good to know.

She kicked a rather tall boy who was currently trying to grab her, then leapt into the air as a garbage can skidded beneath her feet where she had been standing.

"Which one of you morons hurled the garbage can at me?!" She didn't expect a reply, and no volunteers took the credit.

One thing was for certain; she wasn't running off just yet. Heck, she didn't HAVE to-- she wasn't getting paid to watch the Mother. She was doing this on her own time.

"Sorry Mr. Silva, or whatever," Trish said crossly. She grabbed a flailing wrist and pulled, bending over and neatly flipping the student who owned the wrist over her back and onto the floor. "You just dismissed the class. Technically you aren't the boss of me anymore."

She straightened and jerked backwards as yet another punch sailed past her nose.

"Besides," she continued, leaping up onto another desk to avoid a swinging chair, "You just locked my brother in a hallway full of demons. You aren't giving me much reason to put my faith in the modern education system, what with the playing favorites and all."

She was a little worried about Troy being so outnumbered out there, but then, he did have the Inverse Ninja Rule going in his favor. And it wasn't like she could do much about it now, seeing as how Mr. Pretty Sub just magically sealed the door.

Trish kicked a plastic pencil case into the face of an attacking student and flipped backwards off the desk.

Josiah silently grinned as he won his game.

Then fell out of his chair from sheer shock as he felt the net burst from all of the demons pressing against it.

He grimaced, jumped back up, and grabbed his gun in his right hand, and his cane in his left.

That's when the door caved in, sliding across the room as a young man came barreling through the door.

The young man barked out "Who are you and what are you doing here? Be quick about it, your life hangs on your answer!"

Josiah glared at him. That was the Sigil of the Blood of Saints, conferring Knighthood, wasn't it? So he must be one of the Protectors. Which meant he couldn't just knock him out of the way. A shame.

"Young Knight, I am Josiah Martin, a Protecter. That is all you need to know. We have the same goal in mind, I suspect. So would you please step out of my way so I won't have to do it for you?

Laurella dusted herself off. "Looks pretty wild in there," she breathed. She looked at the textbook that she had received from Michael, wondering what exactly the glowing sigil was. Well, it was clearly meant to keep her safe, so she wasn't about to leave it anywhere. "I wonder if there is a safezone? The last time this happened, I think we just played it by ear."

Grinning slightly at the old man's quip about knocking him to the side, Harm relaxed, "You know a Knight when you see one, I'll take your word that we have the same goal for now. The reason I will do so is the blood summoned that is currently attacking at the school entrance." Harm stepped to the side and looked back at the man, his armor thickenning and gaining forbidding aspect "Join me if you will Josiah, I leave for the Hunt!"

As Harm ran he drove possessed students back by his mere presence, the artifacts he carried tended to make anything weaker than himself shy about confronting him. He stopped only long enough to grab his sword from the staff lockers, Looks like I'll need to keep this a bit handier in the future".

Cursing his poor planning Harm rounded a corner revealing the battle already begun, but Harm only saw one thing, a tentacled piece of nasty that shouldn't be here. Just then a small object flew slightly past the beast and blossomed into a cloud of fire and debris. With a mental roar, Harm blew the fire and smoke away from the hall, revealling the demon once more. "Bastard child of Abbadon, today you rejoin your master!".

Continuing his run Harm slammed his shoulder into the reeling demon, driving it brutally into the remains of a wall. Rolling back to his feet from his spearing move, Harm quickly shook his Sword from its sheath and prepared to hurl himself at the demon again.

Incanting dual spells is usually hard, but when one is swimming in pain from a dislocated shoulder it does become considerably harder. This is why I hate being unprepared, any wards I do create can only remain up with concentration; and right now thats something I am seriously struggling for. Michael thought even as he murmured the trigger word to his own ward, one that would hopefully prevent himself from being assaulted as badly as he was again. A globule of soft golden light surounded Michael's forms; ever changing and morphing as a dancing fire.

With a grimace, Michael straightened himself and opened his eyes to the chaos that was the room. So that was what the explosion accomplished... Michael thought as he caught sight of the gaping hole in the wall. I see several protectors with her, and along with my spell I have confidence that they can escape this zone. I doubt in my current state that I could catch up or keep up well enough either. In addition, in these sorts of circumstances, there are usually controllers to these demons; human or else. If I can manage to keep up my incantation on Laurella, and secure this room, I will be able to suround myself with a fixed ward and then go to head off whoever is in control of this outbreak along with those remaining in the room. Stopping the flood at its source is a better tactic then building a wall to block it when its had chance to gain momentum and force.

Suddenly Michael felt a force exert itself against his magic. Glancing sideways Michael continued to recite his incantations as he saw his new opponent. Or one might say old opponent; the same demon who had dislocated his shoulder was back and attacking again now that Michael was no longer unconscious. What Michael had felt was the demon's punch sliding through the amorpheus ward. The demon looked very confused as it found itself still moving forward through the air, having not contacted anything. It almost tripped before righting itself and snarling bestially at Michael. It again charged Michael and again found itself sliding through the ward and continuing foreward based on its own momentum.

Through this Michael reached out and opened his miracously unharmed laptop. First things first, I can't concencrate or continue much longer with dual incantations, one is usually trouble enough. I need to draw up a ward that will be continuos for myself so I can concentrate on Laurella's ward and any new one's that will be needed, but first, I need to request aid. Michael drew up a program on his computer and typed out a sentence with his remaining hand. As he pressed enter a steady, loud male voice boomed from the computer's speakers. [b]"For those who are remaining, which of you will join me in stopping this demonic flood at its source?"

From there Michael continued the upkeep of his wards against the furious demon, and the unseen threats to Laurella. As he did this Michael searched through the folders in his computer and drew up a pre-written sigil.