Battler was surprised and his face flushed with embarrassment as Ms. Paulson wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaned on him. He got a nervous look at her threatening comment.<span style="font-style: italic">You'd purposely harm your students?</span>he thought, somewhat frightened. At her next comment, he looked curious. "Something more complicated?" he said quietly, following her as he lead him. "Where are we going?"<br/><br/>-------------------<br/><br/>About a minute after Heather left to deal with the flaming archer, Ebisu wandered off to look for something to occupy him. The climate here was awful, but this country could be very entertaining at times. He made his way into the school building and wandered the halls. He eventually came to Ijemaru's class, stopping to peer in the window. "It's that guy," he muttered. Ebisu had met the young Elite at a few conferences, but most of what he knew about the guy came from rumors Heather shared with him. Seeing an opportunity, the Graecian smirked wider and threw open the door. He raised his hands and started a small blizzard in the room.<br/><br/>"Hey kids, guess what? Snow day!" Perhaps it was only to escape the freezing storm, but the students high-tailed it out of the room as quickly as possible.<br/><br/>Ijemaru looked at the fellow hunter with a cold fury in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing, Glacies?" he demanded.<br/><br/>"Good Gods, you're a teacher?!" the Graecian exclaimed. "I saved those poor kids just in time!"<br/><br/>"Cut the crap. You'd better have some sort of explanation for what you just did," the Elite growled, his breath clouding the now-frigid air.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>"The void is ours. When our goal has been achieved there will be no further need for your kind. Wait for us. Signed, the Church of Holy Salvation," a feminine voice read aloud. "... This is not good."<br/><br/>"What should we do, Minerva?"<br/><br/>"What else?" the Principal responded, the dim light in the room catching on her relaxed smile. Her canines and incisors were slightly elongated, giving the impression of very dainty fangs. "We'll send someone to take care of it." She paused, lifting a delicate hand to her chin. "Perhaps a small group..."