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Pippu had never been called a smart kid. Maybe he got told he 'had potential' if he was lucky, but that would always be followed up with 'he just doesn't put enough thought into his actions' (or one of it's many variations). He was starting to think that maybe they had a point because he hadn't considered the fact that 'guy who is really good at ranged attacks' and 'kid who's best defense is being spikey' probably wasn't a good matchup for him until now.

The good news was that he didn't have to worry about stopping to think when a fucking flying avalanche started shooting toward him. His legs, thankfully, moved with a mind of their own as he crouched behind one of the remaining spikes poking out of the earth like a claw reaching for its next victim—affording him some amount of cover (aside from his tail, which he only remembered to tuck in with him once one of the pebbles smacked into it with enough force to leave the sprats cackling, "That'll leave a mark.").

"Yeah, yeah." He tapped, each syllable grinding frustratedly off the ends of his spines. "Maybe you two should be the ones avoiding the fucking homemade avalanche next time."

As it turned out, neither of them would be. Not directly, at least.

"It's better than waiting." He shrugged, already folding back the spikes on the middle section of his back to leave room for a passenger. "Just try not to get stabbed, yeah?" His tail uncurled slightly, the quills on it standing on edge to provide a foothold. The sprats on his shoulders chirped curiously, eyeing their new acquaintance with excitement.

"No biting," Pip clicked with the end of his tail.

Good, he was on board. "I'm Rihi," he said, using his first name out of habit as he grew a protective layer of bone over his hands and forearms. Partly as a defense from any stabbing and partly to put another obstacle between the spiky student and Rihi's four bells. He didn't know what to think about the rats, though. They surely weren't behaving like animals, and their weird appearance made it obvious they must be part of the other's quirk, but regardless of that if they started skittering up Rihi's pants he might panic and panic hard so he made sure to keep an eye on them. Luckily for him, the only two visible ones were high on the other boy's shoulders, unless he had invisible rats, which was a concept Rihi did not want to think about right now.

He held onto two back spikes, using the ones on the tail as footholds, and moved his tendrils into position. "Ready," he confirmed, and they started to move.

It went better than he expected. With the other student dodging the terrain traps, Rihi could focus on deflecting any aerial projectiles. There were a few close calls at the beginning, including a rat having to duck to avoid being canonballed away from its perch before he learned to compensate for not knowing where the other boy was going to head next and made the shields slower but bigger, but in time they were close enough to the pillar the teacher was standing on to notice the trench dug around it as ground rose up from the hole to be used as ammunition for the rock hail.

"We need to keep his attention down!" Rihi exclaimed, having to raise his voice to be heard over the sounds of pebbles being deflected and the battle raging up a few meters above. He grew the pistols he had used before on his shoulder, two small scythes next to each hole to act as scissors and cut the web if he needed to, and started shooting spider silk towards the man while trying to avoid hitting the girl with the hair quirk.

"No higher than ten feet," Hi replied, twisting in a slightly uncomfortable manner to spit their silver bells out from under their tongue and into their hand, where they deposited them in the fold between the side-padding of their shoe and its frame.

They'd usually have a knife there, buuut—

"I don't have any resistances, so just try to drop me or throw me at a nine meters a second rate. Sweep around the back and try and get me on his blind-side; opposite of those two fuckers over there," they said, gesturing vaguely to the pair of students appearing to be running a raid down below. Hair'd already moved out of the way, so they couldn't rely on her for cover, anymore. "He's probably gonna throw me off pretty quick, so you guys'd better be really fucking fast."

They paused, squinting. "If you have to, throw me at an angle. I just need to be able to reach his head."

Opus said:

Shizune had responded to Shoko, saying "Ok, hold on for just a minute." She then flew down to her body, and dragged it a few meters closer to the girl who sat at seat 10. Although her body was still relatively far, she'd at least be able to fight her. Shizune put her body behind a tree, and covered it up with leaves. Hopefully, no one got too close to it. If they did, then Shizune at least hoped they wouldn't see it or think anything of it. She then went back to Shoko. "Alright, I'm ready now," She told her. She started feeling a bit nervous. It was going to be her first brawl since she joined U.A., after all. With a teammate helping her though, she felt a bit more confident. "I'm gonna do it now," She told Shoko. She then left, and started flying over to the black haired girl.

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When she started her attack, Shoko was amazed at her quirk. This was the first time Shoko was seeing it in action. But that aside, she tried to watch the attack. She saw where Shizune placed her body and was watching it very closely. If any one came near it, she would make a move on them, but I don't really know how effective that would be. With Shizune on the attack, Shoko was able to rest a little and she could stop using her quirk for a while. But she made sure to be aware of her surroundings, watching the environment around her, watching the attack go down, but watching Shizune's body especially. She would be waiting for Shizune to come back, and she hoped that she didn't have to employ her back up plan.

Opus

Asuka nodded in understanding knowing getting to that high was much easier for her than flying up to one hundred feet with another person. This also meant she needed to do some weight training when she had free time or one hour a day after school so she could slowly build up her strength so that charring another person or object would not strain her so badly.

“All right we are at about ten and a half feet above where you requested.” She said as she hovered over the teacher but kept her eyes trained on him encase they had to move out of the teachers range. She could never be to cautious with a pro-hero since they had years to train their skills for the unexpected moments but she hope that she could get some of the bells before he ether took her out or figured out what they were about to do.

Kojima was starting to get a bit annoyed at how persistent Hikigane was. Really, it was like that one time a squirrel got into his house and he had to try to catch it without injuring the dammed thing while it kept getting behind his furniture and dashing out of sight. Now the girl was trying to climb up again, and he made parts of the pillar shoot at her to try to hit her back.

By now, he could feel two students approaching, and had to divide his attention between them and Hikigane. Good thing he did, because one of them shot white rope that he needed to block with boulders; each time he threw one back, the kid cut the rope at its base and shot a new one, allowing Hikigane enough time for her to come to the top again. He hadn't even seen those two talking, meaning the whole plan was adapting to what the other was doing to support their movements without clear instructions.

Good. Getting there.

"Awesome~" Hi purred, eyeing the drop. "You'd better get ready to grab those golds, though."

And with that, they yanked their wrist away, dropping. Wind tore through their hair and sent chills up their spine forcing a positively feral grin to split their face ear to ear, much too toothy to be friendly.

Fight.

The word sang fire into Hi’s blood, lighting up each vein with the red, burning cold of a lust for the song of a blade in the air. Of a fist making contact. Teeth crunching bone. Of violence, of battle, of crimson spilled in the dead of night, staining the cracks in cement and the skin of the opponent. It built in their throat and dulled the sting of the wind as they fell, the noose fluttering around their fingers.

It was the same color of the blood still staining the corners of their mouth.

Fight.

That single word laced their grin with the phantom of blood and the sharp bite of every hit they’d taken, drawing out their scars in painful magenta lines. The color swirled and blistered, numbing them to the pain of landing, even as they used their arms and legs to break the fall instead of shedding the momentum as they normally would.

They jolted painfully as their heart was jostled back into their chest from their throat. It hammered away to the bass of their own song, inaudible to anyone but them and expressed only in the jerking grace of their movements.

One hand—the one with the noose—landed on the crown of their opponent's head, the strip of brightly-colored cloth falling from its perch to rest around the base of his neck.

It felt like those few moments had lasted an eternity, the soft jingle of a bell the only door out of their trance.

Fight!

Hi obeyed their own order with no more of a heartbeat's time of thought and the sharp bark of a snarl, legs curling down to try and loop their way through his arms for a more stable perch, even as they contradicted that motion by throwing themselves backward, the end of the noose still tied around their wrist. Silvered blue adrenaline raced through their veins, fueling the cold fire of their taste for blood.

“Un brin de folie égaye la vie,” they hissed, all but spitting it. Their pronunciation was a bit off; they didn’t often speak in battle… but they could hardly resist. “I should think this suffices!”

Should Tectonic leave them on for more than a moment, he would likely discover that Hi was not only clingy, but they were also insufferably hard to balance, their weight shifting every moment it was safe and only stilling if they felt they were to be thrown off. Combined with their unpleasant, and painful boniness, it could be compared to a particularly uncomfortable game of chicken, where one’s partner is doing their damndest to knock them both over together.

The moment the sides of the pillar began to move it seemed Kami was already moving away, alternating her angling points or vaulting over them in an ever-increasing spin up the column leaving her to shoot up past to the teacher's level once again. It was fairly clear that she was quick to avoid moves she had seen before, alternating the positions of her hair in a strange formation as it bound around her own limbs and seemed to only enhance her movements speed.

She took her opportunity the moment she viewed the over rocks being thrown at comrades, the look of annoyance on the teachers face was fairly enjoyable to her, it meant she was at least causing him some trouble so she much prefered it over a bored expression. "I'm actually surprised this worked so fast, thought people might at least hesitate a bit more. In any case, always found teamwork got slowed down when you had to actually talk to each other, better to react, understand, adapt and trust... Its not like you really get time to make something big and complicated in a real fight right? only make more things that can go wrong with the unexpected its also a waste of energy".

Kami pulls her arms back when shes is within range and flings them forward in a X shaped chopping motion, the hair threads whistling through the air with both their own strength, her arms, momentum built and the other hairs around her arms. There was still more hair flailing around behind her as well "Besides a schemer can never really stand at the top, a real hero oughta be a little stupid"

The threads seemed directed at the unbound limbs and joints, adding on to Hi's attack. Her goal was to cut through any rock that was put in the way and bind as much of the man as she could, sure he might have some power but she would just need to keep him held and be as stubborn as possible, though the rest of her intended actions really depended on if she struck him in first place.

Suzuki Toshio
Nodding along as Chikara laid out an idea Toshio glanced at their gooey comrade. He wasn't entirely sure she could be trusted not to stab him in the back and now she was going to ride on it, still it did seem like a good way to bring Amai along as a little surprise. "You want some venom? I guess if you like but unless you've got a way to inject it I don't think it'll do much." The request was a little shady but he went with it and shot some more into her squishy body anyway, if she was planning to use it on him she'd be in for disappointment, like an actual scorpion he was immune to the venom from his own tail. Once Amai was done splitting he squatted down and held out his arm for her to crawl up.

Watching as a larger group tag-teamed Tectonic Toshio quickly decided this would be their moment especially since the other group was big enough to take all the golden bells for themselves. "All right let's move! Hold on tight!" With a sound halfway between a woop and a feline yowl he took off bounding across the open space on all fours. Closing in he backflipped between strides sending a trio of quills from his tail flying towards the teacher, once in range he pounced adding to the growing dogpile and tried to grab at the bells with his hand while his tail whipped around trying to land a hit with his stinger.

The lighthearted words weren’t doing much to ease Tokino, but most everything she was saying seemed whole hearted so she refrained from picking a fight. Tokino listened to her reasoning. It was... surprisingly convincing. If her quirk really knocked her out, all she had to do was watch over her until they got the bells. Well- that’s where the problem came in. How could she be sure they’d get the bells, or that her classmate would even split them after for that matter. She piped up to voice her concerns, “How can I be sure you’ll share you’ll share the bells? There’s no guarantee we even get an even number.” Her skepticism was evident in her voice.

It only took a few moments to realize that all the questions and small talk would only leave openings for other students to get the very bells they were after, or even target them for their bells- which was evident when she was just able to detect a heartbeat within her range inching closer. Based on the faint sound, she instantly went to work trying to deduce where the host was. As she did so, it struck her. She could be killing two birds with one stone now. She could check out her possible teammates quirk and get the help in fending off the oncomer. “Someone’s coming- just one I think. Why don’t you show me what you got?”

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“Try to get him away from the wall if possible” she said they ripped their hands from hers to start a rapid descent. She watched for a moment before she shook her head to clear it so that she could focus on the task at hand and that was getting the bells. Moving away from the teacher and her two classmates she pulled out her some of her sharpened feathers she had plucked earlier to use to cut the strings on the bells. Now gaining height once again until she reached about 50feet to get a good birds eyes over the situation before she had to go in close to the teacher. There was still a slight problem he was still close to the wall which gave him some protection for being attacked from the back but hopefully they would get him away from it so that he would be attacked from all side. Getting ready to dive in at the right moment she checked once more to see where Rihi was one last time.

"Pip." He echoed the student—Rihi, apparently—with his own name as he climbed on. Rihi was heavier than he'd thought he'd be (though, he probably should've expected that based on the fact that he had what looked like extra bones growing out of him), but he was thankfully light enough that Pip was still confident he could run.

Still, a head start couldn't hurt anything.

His paws tilted forward—claws poking into the dirt just enough for a firm grip—as he lowered into a small crouch, tail straightening to provide balance. The sprats recognized this pose well enough by now, and curled their own tails around one of the many spikes along his back. Their claws dug into his shoulders—a silent sign that they were ready for takeoff.

"Ready."

"Hold onto your butt," Pip cackled through a tooth-baring grin.

Pip was not built for high speed. Then again, neither are bulls, but they charge just fine. And—as it turned out—being being bullheaded wasn't the only trait he shared with them. He took off with all the force of one, ignoring the flying earth around them, and made a beeline straight for the pillar where their teacher stood. Sure, he had to sidestep here and there when spikes shot out of the ground and rocks ripped out of the earth, but all that really required was keeping an eye on the floor as it rushed forward.

By the time he finally got the chance to pull his attention away from the dirt, they had already arrived at the pillar, which—Pip noticed with a frustrating grinding of the spines at the end of his tail—had a small trench around it.

When Rihi started shooting strands of he-didn't-really-want-to-know-what (seriously, why did it look like it was sticky), Pip started chirping instructions to the sprats. "You guys still up for biting someone?"

He didn't wait for an answer before turning to slam his tail into the pillar's side with a loud thump that drove his spikes firmly into it. "You're allowed to bite the guy up there, just make sure you get the bells on his wrist, alright?"

They didn't say a word—only dashed cheerfully off his shoulders and across the makeshift bridge with that gleam in their eyes that Pip had learned meant their teeth would be best avoided.

It was kind of on him. True flying quirks were so rare, Kojima was accustomed to having all the information about enemy whereabouts if they were standing in ground he could sense. It was part of the reason he initially didn't get along with Jet; having a heavy giant lizard landing on the school grounds out of nowhere had given Kojima a fair amount of jumpscares, until he knew enough about the other man's schedule to know when to expect him. Here, he knew one of the students could fly, and the disappearing weight told him she had picked up a passenger, but so much of his vision was being taken by Hikigane and her quirk that he missed when exactly they got to a blind spot.

Also, he wasn't expecting one of the students to actively try to strangle him.

Suoh's move forced him to take a step back to avoid being thrown to the ground, left hand instinctively coming up to his neck. He saw Hikigane taking advantage of the surprise to lash at him, another student whizzing by with unnatural speed towards his spot, and a hit against the pillar he was standing on followed by pinpricks of pressure. Normally he could defend himself from all the varied attacks, but there was too much going on in this test. He had to track everyone in case they got too injured, be aware of Luca's position and well-being, made sure no one stepped out of bounds, tone down his own quirk - plus the self-imposed handicap to cause as little damage as he could to the students, and not do the restraining moves he was best known for to not leave them incapacitated for the rest of the test. If he stayed in his current position, he'd have to break one of his rules to protect the bells.

Alright then. They won this one.

Faster than it had ever moved before, rock barriers rose all around him. They wouldn't stop Hikigane for long, but they'd be enough to block the quills being shot at him and whatever was climbing the pillar. Ground covered Kojima's own feet and pulled, dragging him underground into the column and below it, the earth around him instantly moving to close the hole he was making. If Suoh and Hikigane insisted on holding onto him, they too would be pulled underground and right into his element.

But right before disappearing, as hairs moved to grab at his arms and all of Kojima's attacks stopped, he did one last thing. The small pebbles he'd hidden inside each golden bell reacted, four of them pushing them flush and safe against his arm, the remaining one pushing away from it. Just enough that it got snagged by a strand of hair as he vanished.

Asuka's eyes flicked around to all that were in the area trying to see when the best time would be right for her to dive in to snatch the bells but for that she needed the teacher to extent his arm away from him. Out of the corner of her eyes she saw Rihi bring in another person to help keep Kojima distracted. With his attention on them more than her also lowered the chance of him taking her out but she did hand Rihi one of her sharp feather to take the bells if he got the chance if she was taken out by some chance. She watched and waited for the right moment carefully trying to find the right moment.

Once she saw the right moment she closed her wings to allow gravity to help increase her speed before opening her wings once more allowing her to pull up and level off at the right moment to prevent her from hitting the ground as she sped toward the group. The moment she was in range she partially closed her wings to prevent her from hitting her classmates but also to roll over at the right timing and slash at the sting holding the 5 bells in her attempts to take them.

Tightening her grip, Kami recoils one of the hairs noticing the bell only for it to vanish once more somewhere on her person. She wasn't fooled however, the fact he had given the bell was not lost on her but she wasn't about to make this an easy escape regardless. Still, the entire field was effectively quicksand at this point if he wanted, anywhere she tried to pull from could be sucked in and down. She didn't have time to think so she had to just go for it, trust her instincts. Giving the line some slack she goes to leap from the platform while pulling with everything she has, the hard yank across the limbs likely causing some discomfort normally but with the amount of force, he was using the threads were going to cause some serious pain. Tying off the threads in knots she lets them detach from her scalp before landing with a skid at the bottom anchoring herself at the more stable ground once she hits the bottom. It would hopefully take a few moments to cut those free, the tightness preventing him from slipping anything under them easier to cut.

She still wasn't entirely happy, she was looking forward to getting a solid hit on him, why couldn't he have been cockier and stayed a few moments longer?. In any case, she now had to think. He could move through the ground fast, so he would either next either go for a breather or another student...appearing from underground...how could she use that?. Crossing her arms in thought few a few moments more she comes to a realization and once again scatters her hairs though this time she touches the ground with each and tries to focus. A Spider could sense vibrations in their web, she could sense movements that touched her hair, so if she kept them to the ground maybe she could sense the vibrations that pre-empted his emergence?.

"Great Job so far, but we have a land shark swimming here.....if you feel anything off, even if it's just in your gut shout it out!." she otherwise remained tense and ready to react, the moment she had something to react to at least. She always liked having a clear target and waiting at the moment, even if a short while was getting to her, so she might as well think it over a bit more in the time she had.

He can control stone and dirt check, rocks are made off mainly....Silicon right? Silica? Silicone? a Silicate? ugh ok it was something like that, so maybe it also meant he could control glass, maybe gems... what about metal? hmm did refining it makes it harder to control? In any case its not like they had any of those to use. Honestly, she would much prefer a more urban environment with stuff to improvise with. Those bone spine things were an option, the trees too, even if he sucked those under people would have time to maybe jump from one to another. That line of thought was promising, but there was also the fact that repairing a lost tree would be harder unless there was someone with a quirk for that, so maybe he'd be less hesitant to just suck them down on mass? And if he did...well maybe she could get the groundskeeper pissed off at him for consequences there....though that wouldn't be fair on the groundskeeper, it would be his fault not theirs right?. Nodding again to herself she speaks once more "I think we could use the Trees, if we stay in them it's going to at least stop a surprise attack from below, or give a few seconds to react and move....hey i know that look! don't start fighting between ourselves now! He's just going to capitalize on that! Hes already got a ton of advantages we don't need to lose the few we have ok?!" her eyes snap to several students in question noticing a particular look in the eyes.

Lan had meant to go- but honestly so much shit had happened at once- he sort of got left in the dust-

Fuck. He was gonna get a bad grade , wasn't he? Fuck.

Well...Might as well try and salvage it by getting closer...
Or. Not, seeing as how the teacher was now. covered by walls and shit.
It wasn't like he could do much to help it anyways, could he?

He could.. bring the rest of Amai's goop to her- that would help right?
"...Okay, fuck but okay."

With a sigh he took off the outer gym shirt, leaving the tank top underneath, and prayed no one asked about the scars on his shoulders; before gathering the rest of Amai's body in it like a strange sack of jello and jogging over to the field.

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With the venom inside of Amai's goop, she was dyed black; completely hiding the bells that floated inside of her, and making her color- and by extension her- unrecognizable.

Her oh-so-clever plan was sadly, completely upturned when Mr.Teacher Man started to dip into the ground like a tortilla in quac.
Was it worth going after him? Well - she didn't need to breathe anyways- but no.
No it was not.

Unfortunately, she was not a high stress type of person, and she panicked.

Thinking quickly, and stupidly- two things she rarely did- Amai launched off of Suzuki's shoulder, and splattered against the pillar.
And that was all
No cracks. Just splat.

In a way, crisis averted?

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“Someone’s coming- just one I think. Why don’t you show me what you got?”

" That so? " So , her quirk could sense people in her surroundings, neat.
" Point me in the direction and I'll be your night in shining armor, Lady~" she joked , placing both hands on her hips and shooting a toothy grin.

Rumi didn't want to use her quirk quite yet, not until she needed to- but she bet she could sink her teeth into just one person without it.- and once she did, it was game over; the rest were all probably getting the fuck beat out of them over the golden bells anyway- so just one person was enough.

And she wouldn't even have to use all her assets- the best possible strategy!

HedwigNerd

Holy shit, that actually worked.

Well, kind of.

There was a moment where the teacher jolted in that familiar was one did when encountering something around their neck they didn't like, but quickly—and annoyingly, he was beginning to sink, leaving them with a choice.

Fight! Their body sang, the intoxicating melody of adrenaline curling around their mind. Fight for all you're worth.

But they weren't so arrogant they thought they could take a wholeass teacher who controlled earth while underground. "Fuck."

They slipped from their half of the noose and danced backward, hitting the edge of the pillar to get away from the damn earthworm. They did, however, see the flash of a gold bell being drug off the pillar and toward Hair.

Damn quirks.

They poked their head over the pillar to look down at Fuckface Mc Fluffy, calling out in a voice—a very loud voice—laced with irritation. "Yo! I hope you plan on sharing that little goldie with the rest of us!"

And with that said, they eyed the drop, made the mental estimation, and pushed off the pillar. They knew damn well they hit the ground with much more than their actual weight because of the force, but they dropped into a quick roll before it had the chance to do any lasting damage.

It did hurt, though, a wave of sharp fuscia setting into their bones the moment they'd gotten up out of the roll.

They were both quirkless and without a weapon, now.

Amazing.

"Fuck me," they muttered.

At this point, Kojima was half expecting one or more students to try to follow him. Fortunately for them, they seemed to realize how dangerous that'd be, and as he sank past 20m under groundlevel he deemed it safe enough and started moving.

Time was limited. He hadn't gotten to hold his breath before Suoh's attack, so he had only a few seconds of oxygen left. He used the earth around him to remove both the tie and any stray hairs that Hikigane had left attached to him, digging it below the strands and solidifying it before expanding it, forcing them to loose up and cutting through any that showed resistance. Leaving the tie and the hair buried, he quickly picked a direction and pushed himself there, traveling diagonally until he was able to emerge a few meters behind Chikara and Suraimu. He coughed, more as a response to the pressure finally disappearing enough for him to be able to breathe than out of any desire to scare the gremlin, and massaged a spot the hairs had cut into as he regarded the student and the scene unfolding far beyond him. "How's the test going?"

Jet couldn't contain his grin as he watched Hikigane, Suoh, Yuki, Toshio, Keibatsu, and Kishimu coordinate (kind of) a maneuver to bully Kojima off of his perch. And Jet had the foreknowledge of knowing that quirkless people—in his experience—had no chill, and would, at any point, take the allowance of quirk use as their cue to whip out a weapon. In this case, a tie.

And as it turned out, this child was no different to Platinum on the regards of attempting to very violently subdue someone, as their immediate response to being able to get up that high was to try and strangle their "teacher".

Jet laughed. Well, more chuckled.

He found a spot to land close enough he'd know Kojima would feel him and stomped a few times on the ground to the same pattern of his laugh.

Lan wasn't tiered. He wasn't. Lan didn't get tiered until he passed out on the floor surrounded by various cleaning implements at midnight.
But he was stressed enough to mutter curses under his breath.

" God damned stupid fucking bells- stupid slime- stupid-test- stupid quirk- stupid b-"

"How's the test going?"

Lan's eyes flew open, and he whipped around- making an undignified squeak of surprise before he could stop himself.

" Hey! Fuck you- don't sneak up on me like that, ya' damn bastard! " He did see that the person he was speaking to was his teacher, but that made very little difference when it came to his manner of speech.

In the confusion, Lan dropped the makeshift bag of slime and Amai's uniform, it made a wet plop against the ground, and spattered over his shoes.

The boy looked between the slime, and the teacher, and then the slime again.

" ....She isn't dead," The explanation was somewhere between a squeak and a whisper. Again with the squeaking- to hell with his vocal cords. It seemed his voice did not want to remain within octaves that could be heard by people other than dogs today.
Damn.

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Stupid Jet. He could feel one of his paws hitting the ground like a dog getting its belly scratched. Just to be a jerk, Kojima made a boulder shoot between the two points of Jet's legs, hoping to get him in the stomach.

He had to say though, he hadn't expected this level from so many of the gremlins, especially in a test designed to set them against each other. Hikigane had endured far more than she should have, and Yuki had masterfully hid herself and Suoh, the two on the ground providing enough distraction to overwhelm him. But Suzuki had been surprising, too, evading the treacherous terrain at that speed and only revealing himself at the best moment to strike. A very good ambush technique that would have worked if Kojima hadn't left the scene when he did.

These students had potential.

He raised an eyebrow at the one currently in front of him and the numerous expletives he was yelling. He didn't care about swears, but he did motion to the remains of what he assumed was Suraimu scattered around. "If she accuses you of harassment, you're getting expelled," he simply said, turning back and disappearing beyond the trees. He was still paying attention to see if Chikara tried any surprise attacks, but for now, he'd rather put distance between himself and the group with the golden bell. It would be unfair to the other students if they didn't get their chance, too.

Jet jolted back as the ground under him shifted, knowing well the signs of Kojima about to commit spite on him. He managed to avoid it for the most part, but it came up and hit him in the face, clipping one of his mandibles.

The bruise was worth it, though.

He hung off the wall of his coworker's sandbox, clicking his mandibles lightly. "Don't be a sore looser!" he egged, pushing himself back into the air again mostly to avoid getting beamed in the back of the head by a possible vindictive discus. He did switch to lazily gliding after a moment, though, loosely circling the forest to maybe throw a few more mild insults.

He felt like pushing his luck, today, and nothing was more entertaining than working up Tectonic.

Asuka was annoyed when tectonic vanished into the ground to avoid taking on more opponents it seemed. As much as she was annoyed she knew she had to keep a level head just because she missed once doesn't mean that she would miss another time but she couldn't put all of her faith into guess.

Also The fact that someone was actually trying to aggravate him could also potentially make it easier to distracted him. And in Raged persons doesn't always think logically in a fight so Flying back up to a little higher than before she watched from the air from few more moments to see what was going to happen next to see how she would go about trying to get the bells again.

Pip tugged his tail out of the column with a scowl. He would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little bit annoyed that the teacher decided to chicken out on them. Or, really, that he hadn't expected him to. The jackass seemed to be holding his own just fine until Airdrop came out of... well, the air.

Fine. He could work with this, anyway.

"Hey I know that look! Don't start fighting between ourselves now! He's just going to capitalize on that! He's already got a ton of advantages we don't need to lose the few we have ok?!"

"Yeah, yeah. So you keep saying." The chirp and click of the spines along his tail was mostly covered by his speech into the short period of relative calm they'd managed to pull together. "I've gotta get a few things straight if you're wanting us to work together, though."

"First, you need to get off." Pip turned to glance over at his back and give Rihi a glare. "Like, really. You're covered in bones and heavy as fuck, my dude." His spikes pricked up at the end of the statement, as if to make a (literal) point.

Once Rihi had dismounted (or gotten close enough for Pip to rush it), he turned and took a few steps in Hairball's direction. "Second—" He was interrupted by a thump as Airdrop—true to their nickname—dropped to the ground, startling Pip into shooting a glance in their direction. Which was good considering it told him that the rats—standing grey against a backdrop of dusty tan—had made it to the floor. All he needed was to stall for a little more time so they could make a dash for the bell.

"Second," He started again, turning his back on Airdrop with his quills sticking out so they wouldn't make the mistake of attacking him from behind.