The gym teacher only raised a brow at the retort.  "Wow, dude... you must be scared to come up with that."  She responded dryly.  As Katsuo gripped the staff, likely thinking it was a good thing, quickly learned just how wrong he was.  "Want the staff?"  She snickered, as the Minotaur charged from behind.  In most situations, this would line up for a rather nice pincer attack... which was promptly derailed when she slid through his legs, using his butt as a spring board, and sending him face first into a charging bull, sending them both into a heap on the floor.  Despite the sudden headache, and a grumbling, angry bull, at least he had the staff.  A wooden stick.  Now they had her!  But as she sat on a looker, resting her face on her palm, and laughing at their predicament.  "Oh man, that is SO priceless.  But do you honestly think I won the world martial arts tournament by relying on a stick?"  Cocking her head to the side, she looked briefly at Amber.  "Ahh, right... your that girl who fought before.  Need something?"<br/><br/>((5 Endurance Loss to Samson and Katsuo, difficulty lowered by 5, Samson's Endurance down to 13)<br/><br/>Meiko's meal was less than steller.  While it was tastey and cheap for normal students, for her pallet it was like eating a refried tv dinner.  Still, as she heard the commotion in the hall, near her locker, at least she could conclude that it could be worse.  While the other students began to clamor to see what was going on, the kitsune seemed perfectly happy eating her crappy food.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>