((Sura is Y1 Battle Cry))

She didn't know the school as well as some individuals did, unfortunately. She was just a walking disaster (calamity, even). However, this school building was...nice... the people were nice, and she felt like she had a lot of opportunity to learn about the world from that place.

Even if it was in things like that despite how tall she was, she got missed a lot. It was interesting, actually. And yet, somehow she'd managed to not step on anybody's feet yet. That was a good sign. Still, looking over all of the tasks that were at hand, she couldn't help but... wonder...about certain things. She didn't trust herself writing, she'd end up destroying the writing utensil. She wasn't a healer, she didn't do illusions. So really, it had been a process of elimination that had led to her decision.

The easy and probably default decision of what to do.

She'd just..beat things up. FEAR charge, is what the instructions seemed to say. a FEAR meter? She was supposed to attack this thing? She pondered about it, sitting to study the strange device for a long time, her stare into it almost unending, unyielding. She studied always. Not in the book sense, but she took in everything. She seemed fascinated by it all.

Once she'd determined that eating the FEAR meter was probably a very poor decision, she carefully moved with it to settle it down and and stepped away from it. Part of her wondered what would happen if she crushed it. That..would have been unfortunate, actually. Not good at all. Crushing things was very bad. Very very bad. Well, when they were not meant to be crushed. She actually did like destroying things.

Perhaps too much.

She looked at it knowingly, seeming to ponder about it. For a moment before she moved towards it, her tail flicking back and forth irately as her body seemed to grow denser, smashing her mass against the meter with a very sickening sounding crunch to her name. It wasn’t a graceful assault, and in fact it was probably obvious that Sura was never meant to be graceful at all.

She was a wall of muscles. She was meant to just be a tank and take everything down with the blunt of her body. With as much force as was probably not even possible in that small form. If she’d been in her body, she probably wouldn’t have mind. At all. It would have been a beautiful rampage from the Colossus as she attempted to destroy all the things and went running off into the distance.

But that wasn’t proper manners. She wasn’t her big brothers, nor was she any of her other siblings. She was the baby girl. She had to be good. Though she was sure she had sisters somewhere in all of those brothers…right? She didn’t think too long on it, however, as she stepped back away from the meter to see how she’d done. It didn’t look like she’d done too bad with it. If the slightly bent-out-of-shape form of the meter meant anything.

She almost disapproved that it hadn’t just buckled underneath her weight completely. Why hadn’t it just reneged to her being a big chunk of muscle and just gone ‘wah wah’ and fallen to the ground? Phooey. She needed to work on her ‘crush things underneath her weight’ powers. Not to say that perhaps the Meters were simply made out of something extra special, but…..

Well, she wasn’t exactly sure what to make of it entirely.

Did that reflect her abilities well? It was a measure of an untrained student. She hadn’t been to the same number of classes as many of these other students had been, so she didn’t have their extra..flair..for these things, but still, she hadn’t mind putting in that little bit of extra effort to see if maybe another year at the school would help her out in getting to that point. Maybe.

No, not maybe. She would improve, and she’d show these silly Boogiemen – she didn’t understand their issue with the school – just what good this supposedly ‘fallen’ school was. Even for a backwater creature like herself. They said humans weren’t dangerous?

Tell that to her fallen big brothers and sisters. They certainly had taken an arrow to the knee (some literally) for such a statement.

Pesky. But all she had to do was keep on trucking and show them that they were wrong, right? Something like that. Either way, Sura took up the meter and moved to go and turn it in like some of the others were doing. Yeah, that wouldn’t be too bad, right?

She was helping. She was helping and it would be awesome. She hoped. She just needed to contribute so she could be part of this community of students too. So she could be part of this little herd they had going on.