“Er.. I guess uchi-ma..” He left that sentence hanging when the door opened. He imagined some teacher would come in, informing them about their teachers absence. What walked through the door was a little yellow paper, followed by a alethic female. He grinned as he recognized her.  He had met her during his first week. He wanted to join the boxing club, she had given him the tour. He had sparred with her perhaps twice, but he knew of her prowess. A bloody nose had informed her that she indeed packed a punch.<br/><br/>Lance nodded as she took a seat in the back, next to him. His fellow judo player, Riku, also nodded.  Repeating the same topic as before, Riku told her of the homeless guy attack. Lance nodded from time to time, almost as if he was there himself. It was hard for Lance in the beginning. His large size usually scared people off and if people did communicate with him, they usually spoke to quickly for him to translate. He was either a threatening ogre or a dumb jock. Only three months in Japan, Lance already had a solid grasp of the language.<br/><br/>Lance was just about to say something, when he stopped. A loud deafening scream was heard. It was the kind of scream that would make your hair stand up. Not a single soul could scream like that without a machete going through your liver. Lance rose to his feet quickly. He stared out of the window, hoping to see where it had came from.