In the LockerRoom before Initiation

He looks up at Yin, gripping Zorro in both hands. "Neither of us have time for this drek!" he shouts, but he closes his eyes in disappointment as Yin launches himself yet again towards him. Shifting across the floor, sliding swiftly and elegantly out of Yin's trajectory, he brings Zorro up, spinning it to use the flat side of the blade as he takes a swing at Yin as he passes. "Down, boy!"

Suddenly, the doors to the locker room fly open. Kirkka lowers her leg from kicking the door open for dramatic effect because... well, who doesn't love good entrances? She shouts, "Alright! What's going on in here!? Its too damn loud!" She begins surveying the room and spots the two people fighting. "Weapons down, now! All of you!" She heads in the direction of the fight, pulling out her staff as she walks and building it to full length.

What an odd question, I figured he'd be asking about Beauty and the Beaten back there.

"Yeah, kind of. Their a hand-me-down from my father." "If you're wondering how they work, I'd be glad to go into detail, but you may be here a while."

As Yin sees the blade coming at him, he quickly positions his hands in front of him and erects a hasty shield using his aura. The impact flattens him against the lockers. He rights himself quickly and zips behind his opponent, slashing his longer blade in another downward strike. It was then he heard the voice yelling at him, but he was already too committed to his strike to stop.

Fallow considered that for a moment, before concluding that now not be the best time.

He gestured towards the girl who had just kicked down a door. "Maybe she is of greater concern, at the moment.

Despite his size and the bulk of his armor, Leonius winced as Kirkka kicked in the door. This woman. He had witnessed her tending to the plants, and sweeping.

"This... will probably be ending soon... I am unsure... if that is a blessing... or a shame..."

Seeing Yin continuing his attack, Kirkka dashes toward them both with a burst of speed, and knocks his blade out of the way with her staff, keeping it between them both. "Weapons down, both of you. Now." Her expression is serious, her eyes are glowing bright red. She positions herself defensively, ready to block further attacks.

Yin glares angrily across at his foe, grudgingly sheathing his blades. "I'm not done with you." He says. "You aren't getting away with this."

The hole in the ceiling made by shem earlier cracks and spreads, rupturing the roof causing a minor cave in of dust and wood.

Kaitlyn walks to the yelling lady with her cat like ears in plain sight.

"Why would they stop it's only you."

Viola sees and hears the door get kicked in, wondering what excitement is happening now. She decides now is the perfect time to get out of the room... but quickly notices how quick the new woman moves, and spots her glowing eyes.

As soon as she notices those things, she starts to hear a loud crack, and sees the ceiling starting to cave in. Sprinting out of the way, she shouts "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED NOW!"

Dante was prepared to take the hit, but the teacher's voice distracted him. His aura down, he began moving his axe to block, but thankfully the older woman blocked it. Both hands release his grip on Zorro, and he stands upright, fixing his tie in the process.

Leonius barely reacted as a piece of wood struck him in the head, his helmet and armor requiring more force than that to threaten harm to him. He merely looked up, and groaned. "... And these people... are going to be our classmates... ... I can see... that this year will be... interesting..."

As the ceiling falls apart atop him, Fallow instinctively reaches for Withering Hand, and he fires it upward, clearing the falling debris above him.

The ceiling no more, he holsters it again.

Kirkka calms herself for a moment as he lowers his weapons before turning to Kaitlyn. "Only me is a lot around here, little girl." She turns back to Dante and Yin. "Care to explain? I'm sure you both love fighting, and if you really want to continue you can do it somewhere else. Like the arena. There is no fighting anywhere inside the school buildings unless a teacher is present and approves it. So calm yourselves or leave."

Alexander, thinking it better not to be involved, heads for the door.

"A professional looking person!" Melissa cries, running towards the new older lady that had entered and broken up the fight (Just as it was getting interesting, too!) and tugging on her sleeve to draw her attention.

"Please, Miss! SAVE THE POOR BENCH! MAYBE IT'S NOT TOO LATE!" She shouted, though she didn't point out what bench she meant...

"We got into an argument, and things got heated," he quips coolly. "He was... impatient to wait for an arena match after the Initiation," he adds, glaring at Yin. "I'll do what I can to repair my locker in the meantime, Miss...?"

Hearing Melissa shout about the bench, Leonius groaned and facepalmed as best he could with the mask.

"Mel. Please do not interfere... with official business... There will be time... for the bench..."

Jet walks in to see the room in complete disarray, totally stunned. "What the... What happened?! Why is the ceiling caved in?!?!" He walks over the broken bits of wood to grab Paladin from his locker.

"This guy clearly hasn't integrated into the modern world yet. I'll gladly leave if it means being as far away as possible from scum like you." Yin replies. He tries to leave but there is a pile of debris in his way. Figures. He thinks. He focuses his aura into his fists and blasts a hole through the rubble so he can get out. He feels the weight of fatigue on his shoulders, but refuses to let it show. He walks out of the destroyed locker room, looking very similar to a big cat on the prowl.

After relaxing briefly from the slight collapse of the ceiling, Viola notices Mel rushing over to the new woman and chases after her.

Attempting to grab Mel by the shoulders to pull her back towards Leo, she says " Come on... I'm sure the bench is ok, but this is none of our business. Let them figure it out then bug the old woman about some help for the bench... and the locker... and maybe the ceiling."

Fallow, recovering from his mishap, stepped up beside the metal giant. "For you friend Mel , the time seems to be now."

He waited for a moment, than returned to the hulking man. "Who are you, if I may ask? You don't see many quite so... towering around here."

Kirkka turns to Dante to listen to his explanation, and after hearing it checks her surroundings and lowers he guarded stance. Her eyes change to a dull grey color. "I see. Well, perhaps we can show some additional restraint next time. Save your energy for your initiation. You are going to need it. Don't think it will be some cake walk in the forest." She then turns her attention to the tugging on her sleeve, and looks down at Melissa. "Bench? What are you on about now? Who is bench?"

As big machine man attempted to stop her saving the bench, Melissa's expression darkened considerably, and she glared fiercely at Mr Bench Murderer with a look that could almost be described as pure hatred.

"There is nothing more important than the bench! The bench has little time left!" She said in a low, angry voice. The instant she finished talking though her expression immediately returned to normal.

She pointed wordlessly to the broken bench, a sad look on her face.

Leonius nodded. "Yes... Patience does not seem to be... her strong point." He turned and looked down at the sandy blonde man, offering his hand. He figured letting the other person grab was less potentially dangerous than taking theirs. "Leonius Decimi Regulus. Or, simply Leo." He punctuated his sentance with another ragged breath. "Yourself?"

He weathered Melissa's wrath, before sighing again.

"... Very well, Mel. Do... what you wish..."

Kirkka quickly looks at Dante and says, " My name's Kirkka."

OOC: I forgot that little bit.