Silver Academy

"Guys, keep in mind that we need to engage both equally and simultaneously. Otherwise, we can't get them both. The firefighters are here in the school. Avoid casualties." Jack glanced behind him as firefighters lowered themselves from their trucks. "Be careful."

Tamashi narrowed his eyes. "Prepare for the punishment you have failed to escape," he yelled in Japanese, lunging for her with his blade-- and gaze-- locked on her throat.

Philip skirted the edge of the courtyard, drawing the blood that rested on the surface of his skin as well as more from his open wounds. A rush of dizzyness overtook him, but he shook it off. He had to fight. It took a minute for the maroon liquid to take shape and solidify, eventually forming a hefty sword. Philip kept trying to swallow the sick feeling in his stomach as he stared at the two figures. Three, now that Fernando had attacked. All he'd done was chase that guy away. He hadn't even inflicted any substantial wounds and he'd gotten beat in the process. Philip stumbled forward a few steps, repeating over and over in his head as he made his way towards the enemies, I'm too weak. I can't do this. I can't do this...

Tamashi dodged the flaming papers, lip curling as he saw his sword skitter across the pavement. He'd destroy these loud, annoying children later. For now, he had to concentrate on the real target-- focusing on distractions had already cost him enough time. The assassin armed himself with tiny, deadly knives, throwing them at his opponent's head and throat.

The schoolteacher, however, was nowhere to be found. In the mass confusion of yells and balls of fire, she had taken the opportunity to escape unseen. All that hinted to the fact she had been there was a small flower pin she had worn in her hair.

Tamashi grabbed the pin, gritting his teeth. He couldn't stay here any longer. The silly boy just blew himself up-- now was his chance. He could hear more people coming, likely to put out the fire. It was time to make his escape. He grabbed some circular pods from his pocket, smashing them against the ground. A haze of shadowy smoke surrounded him, and he was gone.

Fernando moaned, a ringing in his ears blocking out Victoire's words. He ripped the fried gauntlet off his arm and set it aside. The protective sleeve was the only thing that protected him from the heat; small brun marks appeared on his forearm and hand, but nothing extremely serious. His chest rose and fell, with no thoughts crossing his mind and no willpower to speak. All he could do is sit and watch the flames and the mess that now littered his school.

Philip stared at the center of the courtyard for a minute before the sword dropped from his hand, dissolving into liquid once more, coating the grass in glistening red. They'd lost. He'd lost. Not even able to get a rematch. The Canadian sat down heavily, covering his face with his hands. He almost didn't wan't to go back to his team and have to face them like this. A broken coward. He heard Jack's voice in his ear, but didn't register the words. Something about firefighters. At this point, he couldn't really bother to care.

Fernando sat up, head down. Tears threatened an escape from his eyes and disappointment swelled inside him. I ran recklessly into battle. I was so cocky. My spheres didn't work, either. My own gauntlet was massive failure! Fernando clenched his fists in anger. I let the team down... I should've done better... we didn't even have a fighting chance... Jack's words seemed to wake him up, and to be perfectly honest, he would rather be anywhere but at school right now. He started to pick himself up, but he put too much pressure on his burnt arm. A sharp pain erupted and he fell back onto the ground, eyes shut in pain. It took him a few seconds before he had the energy to lift himself up again.