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Sarias had only moments ago chosen her weapon, she had walked off along the beach to test it against a sea bird of some sort. She had no friends to be re-united with, no need to scamper off and hug and joke with inadequate beings. She just had herself. That is what she wanted. The fog of course had other ideas.

She waited patiently for it too lift, if anything the boat trip here taught her there was nothing to be done about these fogs, you just had to wait them out. Unfortunately she didn't have the pleasure of waiting. Everything happened suddenly, it became all too crowded to bear. Students appearing left right and centre as the hooded creature swept the fog away as if it where steam. Her muscles tensed as her grip tightened along the rusty pipe. His aura spiked her sense. Oh god, he was powerful, but just the start.

Tossing her pipe from one hand to the other she watched the student take a gambling chance at trying to rush him. She didn't want to be seen as helping them, but she didn't think this being had a preference who he hurt, including herself. With a running start she swept herself past the others, her arm raised high until she reached him, a swing and a hit as she managed to catch him across the back. minimun damage but like she said, it was a start.

Hits
5 + 4 = 9 - 6 = 3dmg

There was an ominous feeling in the air as he heard a group of people yelling heated words at something. Oh how he wished he could see just a little farther than merely what was right in front of his face! "Stay calm, and listen to everything around you" was what he kept telling himself, at least until he saw something staring back at him. Hello floating skull, it was so nice to meet you! That definitely threw him off for a second as he stopped in mid step. There was a fight going on near him, there was no doubt about that, and as the fog showed a little mercy and let up a little bit, he saw it was indeed true. In the distance was another cloaked figure, and he didn't look very inviting at all.
There were students trying to flank him and catch him off guard.
So why was he just standing there? He should help take on the figure.
And that was when he left the floor leaving him, as his consciousness fell down, down, down.
In the matter of an instant, his arm gripped onto the rusty pipe that he had sticking out from his pack, But his body refused to move forward for some odd reason. Was the fog that oppressive?

(Demi's Hp: 25
Attack Dmg: nonexistant, cuz he forgot to roll xD)

(quoting to roll, forgive my foolishness OTL OTL )

It didn't take long for Charlie to come across the robed figure and some students fighting. Honestly it confused Charlie some what was going on but at the same time he wanted to play too. After all he'd just gotten this sweet wooden sword. He was feeling pretty piratey and bad a** all wrapped up into one entity.

So the small pink haired demon charged toward the strange robed figure screaming all the way .

However, a small stone got in the way of the demons footing causing him to tumble forward before he was even able to get near to the 'enemy'. Charlie fell face first into the ground failing to do any damage.
((HP: 25
Miss))

Rosc had kept his hand in Sin's as the fog rose around them, clinging to it and she did to his. Probably even more so.
The fog was just as bad to him as it was to everyone else, maybe even worse. While everyone else probably saw the clouds, the think mist, he mostly just saw a wall. Something in his rational mind and the cool feeling on his arms told him it was just fog, but his vision told him it was a wall, a solid thing in his path. It messed with his ability to see and he was almost thankful when the fog cleared.
Almost.

Another one of those figures stood there, this one seeming more of a threat than the last. At least the last one had seemed all there, this one seemed partly insane. And much more threatening.

Rosciel squeezed Sin's hand once before they broke the hold. He wanted to say something, to tell her to be careful, maybe a sarcastic remark, anything, but words froze in his throat. That little squeeze would have to suffice, he decided as he joined his classmates in attacking the threat.

He used his tree branch as best as he could almost like a sword, relying on the lessons and practicing he had gotten at home. He was rubbish at throwing things, after all, and with a swift charge he was running past the figure, connecting rather well as he dodged past.

Rosciel's HP :: 25
Attack Damage :: 11 - 6 = 5

She didn't make it very far, not far at all. She could still feel herself walking in sand! It was quite difficult getting around when you were blinded by fog. Her idea of going off alone started to look like a bad idea, she wouldn't be able to find anyone like this!

It was actually like a blessing when a figure appeared and some of the fog cleared, she could even spot some students now! But nothing ever went perfectly. The person was less than amicable and the other students already began attacking to fight for their lives! Colette reached for the two wooden swords stored in the knapsack on her back -- she didn't have the luxury of summoning them up like her real weapons -- and ended up leaning and stretching every which way. Agh! She couldn't reach them! Colette cursed under her breath at the time wasted.

((Colette's HP: 25HP
Damage: 6 - 6 = 0))

Aksaja could hear the cries of others about him but the fog was too thick for him to see much more than vague shapes running about. "Hey guys!" he yelled, "Let's all go after it at the SAME TIME!" Not that he had any idea if anyone could hear him. This place was Jacking weird after all.

But, hey. It was worth a try, right? Raising his pipe again, he took another swing. Aaand totally missed. Dammit, he had to do better than this!

(( Akasja HP: 25
Damage done: 0 ))

And she'd been feeling so nice, too.

It was hard to ignore the imposing fog as it had suddenly covered her and her friends, leaving them all blind. She stood from her crouch and tried to get a look around, but there was nothing to look at. After a few steps in the fog, she realized it would be easy to accidentally walk off a cliff in this blindness, and so she waited.

The sounds of others fighting made her head snap to the left, and she followed them until the fog cleared enough to see the battle. Oh, how delightful. She gave the large, imposing figure a once over, trying very hard to see under it's cloak. Was there a face under there? A head? A brain, perhaps?

She pulled her mace off from it's clutch on her side, and hefted it in one hand. Blunt weapons were so crude.. she would rather fight with her bare hands, when it came down to it. She looked down at her claws and her eyes softened - they were sharp as ever. Yes, they would do nicely.

I look forward to finding out if you have a skull, since you're so fond of carrying them around yourself.

((HP: 25
Damage: None))