<strong>Name:</strong>Ramba Ral<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Education Building -----> Faculty Office<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Deathscythe Hell, open<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Ral was a bit distracted as his words sunk in with Deathscythe. He was happy that pink haired Demon of a Vice Principle will not try to take a bite out of him once more. He smiled at Deathscythe as she asked for them to go. "Yes, Of course." He stated as he started to walk at a more leisurely pace. Though even now, his gait had the subtle hint of extensive Military experience.<br/><br/>As they entered the Faculty Office, Ral had just scant pico-seconds to react as something large was thrown at him. Ramba ducked, and grabbed Deathscythe's shoulder to prevent her from being collateral damage. "RAL! The Meeting was scheduled to start ten Minutes ago! Where were you!?" Haman roared as she raised another large dictionary to hurl at him. "What is your excuse this time!?" She demanded as she wound up for the pitch. However Ral dove behind Deathscythe. Causing the Pink Haired woman to stumble a bit. When It came to Haman, Ral was not above using a human Shield.