<span style="font-style: italic">Hey boss, over here.</span>The boy altered his course slightly, arriving at a group of three other boys. Three other Zassou boys stood with their hands in ther pockets, standing in the pool of light made by the vending machines. When he arrived the one wearing sunglasses asked with a lopsided grin, "Were you having fun just now? The Ryu guy was sizzling, frission I say-"<br/><br/>"Enough, I did not have time to entertain retarded children today. I came to prove that we are better than this- school." He dropped his hands into his pockets. A level 2 Mental Out... a perfect tool for his purposes. "It does seem that the tention between them and the others are quite tense... all we need is a spark, an excuse and we will step in to help our fellow schoolmates from being injured by them..."<br/><br/>The boys smirked appreceatively, nodding in agreement and waiting for something to happen.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Ren watched the performance, clapping at the end. He could never fanthom how to function without the sense of sight. And then... There were a bunch of Zassou boys at the edge of the scene, homing of a certain girl. Okay, this has to stop, really, Zassou was well known for this kind of thing but he would not stand down when someone was in need of help.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Isana backed up against the wall, closing her eyes in an attempt to ignore the crowd following her. But the disturbances in the nitrogen particles indicated otherwise. She cracked her eyes open, "Okay, just a warning, I could injure you if you try too hard."<br/><br/>"Huh? What? Hurt us? Sure, I'd love to see you try."<br/><br/>Her eyebrows slanted dangerously, "You will regret it."<br/><br/>"Yeah, right, as if you were a Level five." The boys laughed.<br/><br/>(Preparing for combat:..)