Thomas fired a until his clip was dry, then he took off towards the school.<br/><br/>(Ability activate: Athleticism)<br/><br/>Thomas still had a half-full tank when it came to his energy, he just hoped it was enough to get him to the school. Thomas pulled out the empty magazine, grabbed his last one out of his pocket, and slapped it in. 'I'm guessing I have about 30 more shots before this weapon becomes useless...' Thomas thought, 'I better make them all count.' Zyntur moved at a dead sprint now, he needed to reach that school and fast. Thomas was no less than fifty feet from the school now, he prayed to God that nothing got in his way now...<br/><br/>Jack quickly aimed at the locker. "Seriously, I anybody got anything highly flammable?" he said a bit more urgently. Jack had no idea what did that, and that was what scared him the most, the not knowing. Even if it was something huge that would rip him apart in seconds, at least he'd have peace of mind knowing what was about to do it, it was the not knowing that was killing him.