Nate raced down the hall, looking for an instructor. Any instructor. G-d only knew where their combat teacher was--he'd never shown up today--but he needed someone who could help that injured vamp.<br/><br/>At length he did track someone down--Nate was even sure what the teacher taught, and he didn't care. Nor did he tell the teacher how the vamp had gotten injured in the first place. He didn't want to risk getting Kiryu in trouble.<br/><br/>Damn, how had everything gotten so screwed up today? Well, whatever happened now, at least the injured vamp would be taken care of. Hopefully no war would break out over the injury.<br/><br/>Now he had best find either Samantha or Kiryu. He had claimed to be in Samanatha's service, after all--right in front of her, no less--so he'd better make sure that she wanted him for a servant. And as for Kiryu--well, they were supposed to be friends. Nate wanted to make sure that was still the case.