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The loud noised had Chel instinctively moving in front of Nevada. It was a slight change in posture, but it was about as much as she could do. When her eyes finally focused on the boys that had shot it, she put a gentle hand on Nevada's hip. She really didn't care if other people saw her body, but if they were incriminating on Nevada when she didn't want it? No way jose.

Candace and Peyton both sprung to attack instantly. Chel rolled her eyes. "Yo, you don't have to be so harsh guys. They were little shits and they deserve a punch in the nads, but don't make 'em cry."

There was also the fact that Chel didn't care nearly as much about bodily image as some of the other girls seemed to. "Just take 'em out to the training field and whack 'em 'til you're satisfied." She shrugged. "No need to be cruel about it."

The ******** Chel gave were quickly moving to the negative zone.

The guilty silence was just as damning as any protests that might have come from the newbie, and Peyton's smile lingered only seconds longer before dissolving into something disappointing. Al was a creep, she expected this sort of behavior from him. Noah had seemed like such a nice guy when she'd gone up against him in the tournament. "I guess I was wrong about you," she hissed into his face before the sudden blast of the flare made her scream and hit the ground, yanking the trainee down with her. "Jesus ******** Christ!"

And then Al was running at her, and she gave him a wide eyed, disbelieving sort of look before Candace had snacked him up by the back of the jacket. Had he really been planning to attack her? No way he was that stupid. No one was that stupid.

Regardless, it was a relief when Candace rid him of the second flare, and she sat up on her knees, still hanging onto the front of Noah's shirt. Chels' words floated out from the shadows, and she glanced back at the other girl before shaking her head. "It's not alright. Not even a little bit. Maybe some of you guys don't care of someone happens to see you naked, but I sure do, and I can't be the only one." She huffed, turning back to Noah. She hadn't ignored Al's defense. "This was all his idea?"

Pale eyes fell into something very close to exasperation. "I would have been if not for the opportune onset of hiccups.." It felt as if she shouldn't have had to expand on that.

Nevada did have a good point though. "Yeah, we can get them out of here so can have some peace." The irritation in her tone had faded. It wasn't Nevada or Chelsea she was angry at, it was the two boys. So she gave the front of Noah's shirt a yank as she got back to her feet and shoved him towards the door. "Out, now. I would advise you not make a break for it once we hit the hall."

Then she turned back to Candace, noting her topless state. "If you want to finish washing your shirt I can probably handle getting him out of here."

Al was dropped to the ground and the flare easily rolled from his grasp.

Could hunters really be so easily wounded?, Al wondered distantly over Candace's scolding. The thought quickly dismissed by a loud yelp as his hand was crushed by her big assed foot. Not like he fought to keep the damn thing, it was only a decoy afterall and not his weapon - which he hadn't dared to flash around when the idea was to just get away.

The escape decoy had failed; who knew they'd hit the dirt with Noah still so tightly in their grasp? Duly noted.

Even on the ground he continued to be completely limp. It's really awkward to hit something that seems to already be dead, he hoped with all his might. He listened to Noah admitting that he went along with the whole thing. He couldn't really deny it when evidence would suggest his hands were not tied in the matter and an admittance of the guilt? Pretty damning evidence right there. He tried, Noah.

There was a perk of life though as Noah was led to the door. He squinted at you Pey, squinted so hard. Better not hurt his buddy. He's watching you.