Wric just trots behind her slowly. He's on edge. Like all animals he had a sixth sense, and something - he could tell inherently wasn't right. He wasn't sure what, or where but it caused him to zone out. Whenever he got this feeling back home it often led to battle, or wars. This sensation though? It made his bones chill, and his fur stand up along with shiver afterwards. He was zoning every word Lim said out,  and just idly following behind her. Head on a swivel as he tried to pick out where the danger was. He had already made a plan. Stop the danger at all costs, and maybe get a early re-evaluation by stopping it before the nymph could. The quality time with the hero was nice, but it was too peaceful as they scanned the necessities. "Come on where is it.." he said as they exited the auditorium,  and then - he saw it. Her question completely, and entirely ignored. He wasn't going to be able to stop this on his own. Holy hell, maybe the entire school might not be able to.<br/><br/>"Look." He tugs Lim's wrist mid-sentence, and points the frosty haired girl towards the center of the ever-changing field. In the distance you could barely see it's body, but you could see it's head. The head of a roster, and the outline of a snake's body. The creature was absolutely massive easily would tower over buildings if there were any present. There were screams of students admiring the fields as head whips, and fangs sling out. No one's harmed, but damage is done to hay bales in one field, and the head quickly snaps up for another chance at prey. Wric was trembling, but he knew the Hero's call as well as the rest of the students. That's why some were already engaging. A few Roman warriors, and Greek descendants of Ares charged at the beast, but they were whipped away by the tail, and the ones that weren't? Picked up between the beast's jaws, and impaled on it's fangs instantly. Two students instantly perishing.<br/><br/>"Fuck.. we have to stop this thing before anyone else gets hurt.." Wric says trying his best to not sound scared. He'd seen those fangs slice through armor of the gods with ease. What would it do to him?  The beast is hissing, and whipping wildly in every direction as it scans for prey eventually  landing on the pair. The only two left in the field. "No time!" Bow is cocked back, and arrow flies at the beast to no avail. It bounces off his hide like a rubber bullet hitting a kevlar vest. "Run!" he offers to Lim, and gives her a little push. If he died? What was the point - he was a lowly side kick. At least he'd be honored with a 'Died in Duty' medal like they'd give the ones that were eaten right away by the Basilisk.