Glaive listened to what Ric had to say before he spoke.<br/>"To put it simply. You're coming with us whether you want to or not." Glaive looked up at the clock in the cafeteria. "We don't have much time left." Glaive put his hand on the piece of paper they had used earlier. "I don't think we'll be needing this anymore." He discharged a few sparks from his hand and ignited the paper so it caught fire. Within a few moments it was burnt black, and crinkled. He smashed onto the table so it was reduced to ash and then he blew the remains across the cafeteria, leaving only a black mark on the table. "That should do it."