The stranger to the group was doing rather well against the shadows with masks, continuing to cast agi on them and his persona flew across the battle field, scratching apart the shadows in a similar manner to how Kari had. They were completely wrapped up with their task of eliminating the shadows. Even as the students scattered about frantically, or tried to heal each other, the boy paid them no mind. Glancing up slowly from his spot, he let out another ball of flames onto an approaching shadow. His form was sweating now, his chest heaving slowly as he glanced around at the enemy. He wasn't tired persay, but his stamina was going down. This group of students had attracted quite a bunch of shadows, and fighting them all off by himself was draining.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Kari had been sat down in the dorm by Aryn. Her pale form was incredibly still, and there were strange lashings on her arms and legs. You would think she was dead if it weren't for the fact that her chest slowly rose and fell every now and again. Eventually, through all the yelling, or perhaps it was the chaos. Kari winced a few times and sat up on the couch she'd been laid upon. Pushing herself up off the soft fabric, Kari yelped out in pain as she felt every muscle in her body scream in agony. She quickly bit her lip though as her mind eventually cleared, and she realized that she was still within the nightmare-ish realm. Her head snapped toward the door that led into the dorms.<br/><br/>Kari could see that her fellow students were terrified, and some were hurt even. There were people she didn't know, didn't recognize from before her. . . whatever it was. . . and she quickly darted forward to the doors, or what she could manage to do. Her body was stuff and protesting, so she hobbled more than anything. Once she reached the doors to the dorm, she felt her jaw drop as she watched the new boy with the winged man behind him fighting off the shadows. . .and winning. He was actually able to defeat him. Her mind immediately began to process what was going on and knew that they needed to get everyone inside. It seemed that the boy fighting the shadows had the upper hand, so she let out a soft command to the group.<br/><br/>"Retreat into the dorm."<br/><br/>She stood outside with Aryn, on the other side of the dorm as she watched everyone retreat inside. Her weak blue eyes didn't leave the stranger though, and soon she returned to Aryn's side and gently brushed his arm with her own, immediately taking in his wounds. "I need to fix you up. . ." she whispered. Deep down in her heart, she knew that Aryn getting hurt was her fault, and couldn't stand the thought. Since what had happened, she'd been filled up with questions and thoughts, curiosities but also an unknown knowledge of things. She couldn't explain it in its entirety, but she was sure that with time it would eventually clear up.<br/><br/>Turning her attention to the strange boy with the winged man, she blinked a bit stunned realizing that he was walking toward her, the winged man floating behind the boy. Gripping onto Aryn's wrist, she squeezed it a bit in fright before forcing herself to relax once she heard the strange boy speak. "We're safe for now, but we should lock ourselves up inside and talk about some things." She could tell that the strange boy was tired, and quickly glanced to Aryn. He had been aware of what was going on more than her, since her transformation, and she was relying on him to make the call. The strange boy noticed the girl's reliance on the injured boy, and quickly averted his gaze to Aryn. "I will explain everything about what has happened to you. That is, if you will let me." Staring down at Aryn through his bangs, the mystery boy stood patiently while the winged man behind him continued to survey the area.