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Sabretooth looked up when a small fireball shot past him narrowly missing both him and Freya. He saw a winged girl flying above him.

"Oh look the cavalry's here."

Freya kneed him in the stomach and he grunted. His grip loosened but tightened again almost instantly. Tighter than before.

"You know if you wanted down, you only had to ask"

Holding Freya by the neck with one large hand he took his other hand and grabbed her legs lifting her over his head he threw her at yuki, intent on knocking her out of the sky with her own student friend. His throw was a powerful one.

Freya grimaced as she flew through the air, this was going to hurt, a lot, in one desperate action she formed a ball of fire the size of a small truck and sent it thundering into the ground around Sabretooth, there was no way he could move fast enough to get out of the contact zone.

Alisha's attention was now on the fire man. She crawled backwards a few times before stumbling to her feet. Her lips attempted to form the word what, but were unable to, nor did any sound emerge. She took another step back, hitting the fence. A glance around showed only the darkly dressed boy and the headmaster, who did not seem surprised, nor with any intent to assist. Could it be...? she thought before quickly turning back to the man on the bleachers. So many thoughts reeled through her mind but suddenly fell quiet. The cause was the boy.

The darkly clothed boy was now rushing the man. Who does he think he is? What can he-- Wings had torn out of the boy's back. "Wha-what th-the --?" He was flying. Like that girl... She wasn't sure if this was a dream or if this means both were real. It is unlikely that one is imagined while the other is not unless one is a mirage. She shook her head, Those things are just in children's books, maybe I should stop reading past bedtime.

The flames, they aren't being sustained by the metal, they can't be, so are they an illusion? To be that this whole thing would need to be a dream or illusion, I felt warmth on my neck. Her hand went back to her neck. So this must be a dream, or other type of illusion created by my mind with or without outside suggestion. This feels too real, as surreal that it seems and feels, to truely believe that I have a water power enough to have it. So... She watched the flames, there were three rows that were unstable, and fire over many more. That's it.

She left her notepad and pencil, forgotten, and ran up the stands. Her route was predetermined but flexible, her eyes watching for changes in the fire and stands as she moved. She ignored the fire as she ran through, choosing her path carefully, then jumped over the weak and missing rows at a diagonal. The diagonal, while a further distance let me take the route with the least amount of a barrier while still jumping at the smallest missing or warped section. She had landed on her torso, scraping her left palm and bruising her right arm on the no longer cold bleachers. If the stands weren't so vertical her dress would have made it impossible. The pale colors were darkened but the flames didn't catch. Why would they if they are held there by an invisible force?

Her breathing was harder, her heart rate up, I almost hope I don't remember this dream. Not like I remember much of any of them. She stayed for only a short moment before running at the man, timed just slightly off of the darkly dressed boy. Both of her hands were fisted. Raise right arm up for a punch or side hit, use left to cover, and try to put one foot in front of the man to trip him but not if my balance can't take it. Simple enough. As her right arm readied she felt something encase it. No such thing happened, but had this been a dream it would now be armored. All it was was imagination and too much reading.

(You could wonder out to the ground behind the school and notice something odd with one of the courts, or see smoke.)

Yuki flew behind the stands, scared out of her mind. She saw Glitch, and Mis. Tryson, and went over.

"Thanks for the warning Glitch" she said, then looked at Mis. Tryson.

"Is she...going to.." Yuki didn't finish the sentence, unable to.

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Scorch was too busy fixating his attention on the boy with the wings flying at him to even notice the small girl running at him until her punch connected with his side. Instantly the fire in his hands died out due to the fact that she had winded him. The pain caused him to drop to his knees and grab his side. He turned his glare on her, his teeth bared in utter fury at having been caught off guard like that.
He raised his hand about to hit her head on with the biggest blast of fire yet, when he suddenly noticed the pole Chaos had been holding a second ago was now protruding from his chest. He gaped for a second realising blood was flooding from the wound. He stared up at Alisha, shock on evident on his face. Then he pitched forward face first. Dead.

Chaos let go of the pole as it speared the crazed man in the chest. He felt a grim satisfaction in the mans death. He hoped it was agony. He watched the man fall to the ground and noticed Alisha looking confused, or was it shocked? Neither would be unexpected after what had just happened.

"Hey. Are you alright?"

He asked her, his dark black eyes slowly began to clear, as hate and anger was slowly replaced by concern. His eyes were returning to their normal human looking way. His wings simply drifted away like smoke on the breeze. Then before Alisha could respond he dropped to the floor and threw up, as searing pain racked his stomach and chest.

The veins in his neck and arms stood out sharply as he strained against the urge to scream out. The pain suddenly got unbearable and he passed out.