If one was to listen to the sounds coming from Mikashuo academy, they would hear curses, weapons clashing, magical spells being thrown and the occasional scream of pain.
Uena Sarae Silvercloud just happens to be in the middle of it. He watched the others fight a Bipedal wolf creature, he heard the commotion on another side of the school, and now he watched two guys unconscious on the floor of the hallway.
One thing did click in his mind though, 'Where are the other wolves?'
He glanced down the hallways and so far they are clear of enemies, besides the ones they are fighting against.
Uena then grabbed Hideki, passed him the Mayakashi which he grabbed from Atora before he decided to go Emo, and approached the injured boy, hoping that Hideki knows what he is trying to say. "Protect us."
He kicked his side with one foot, partially to check on his condition and the other for revenge. After shivering from the 'squelch' sound and watching blood ooze on the tiles, he lifted him up and dropped him unceremoniously on his back leaning against the wall.
"Now, what to do with you?"
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John hit his head harder than he thought. It could be attributed to having three people fall on top of him, but he couldn't blame any one of them. It was his fault in the first place. If only he'd been stronger.
He didn't know how long he was out, but when he opened his eyes, he wondered if his eyes were sore, seeing as the view was a sight well fitting for it.
Atora was... in bad shape. Okay, that was a litote. He had a freaking bone saying hi to the evening-like morning air. Uena, bless him, had the nerve to kick the poor guy, who was visibly pained, but was somehow holding it back anyway. The other one, whom he had yet to name, stood there wide-eyed as Girly Sadist Guy handed him... air? Well, if he handed him anything at all, he didn't see it.
Uena's mouth moved... and that was when he realized that he wasn't hearing anything. He tried to move, but even that turned out to be harder of a chore than he had thought. In fact, his left arm didn't respond at all. Probably dislocated. A good sign, really. Now, he neither had the strength nor the courage to pop it back in place like those guys in movies, so he scrapped the thought.
Laboring to at least turn his head somehow, he saw that dark!Glow Guy wasn't dark! anymore. In fact, the guy was biting his lip as carefully took each step near the group, as though he was me a few years ago and just a small shock would KO a nearby person.
All in all, the day was going pretty well. What should he get for lunch, he wondered? Maybe some omelette rice with friends would do... not that he had any friends.
So... how do I get up?
