Snippet #2218771

Courtney Knolls

He meant well, she could tell. Gently, she approached him, the other end of the call still ringing. Placing a hand on Atomsk's shoulder, she smiled a little. "There's nothing you can do, okay?" Her eyes slid over to where Gina was using her air abilities to hover Nilrem above the ground. "It's elemental wounds, not your garden variety first aid gig."

The call went to voicemail. She hung up.

"He means a lot to us too," she assured him. "We'll take care of him and..." She checked to see if Rodrick or Gina were looking. They wouldn't approve of her next words. "I'll let you know how he's doin' in a few hours. Kay?"

Whether this consoled him or not, she started guiding him away while Merry joined the others to get Nilrem to a private room.

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Erin Vines

She shook Franki's hand, muttering a quick, "Erin," before following the brunette down the hall.

They didn't have to walk far though before a commotion broke out behind one of the doors. Erin's brown orange eyes met Franki's surprised stare, before they burst in to find some guy beating up on another curled on the floor, a group of other students crowding around. No one helping.

Erin heard slight whimpers from the kid on the floor, recognizing him from the auditorium earlier.

"Oh my god," she gasped, seeing blood. Whether or not she felt any sort of loyalty to the boy, she knew what was wrong and what was right. And this? This was wrong.

Dropping her bag with a loud thud on the wooden floor, Erin stomped forward, shorter than everyone there, and shoved the blonde boy's arm to gain his attention.

"What?" he snapped, his knuckles spotted with a bit of blood and raised. Erin noted it was now directed at her.

"Leave him alone," she told him, voice firm.

He only laughed, ready to continue.

Erin shoved his arm again, clearly weaker, but not going to be ignored. "I said, leave him alone!"

"What are you gonna do?" he mocked, eyes moving up and down. "You're like a little barbie doll."

Oh...she did not like that.

Before she knew what was happening, she felt the curling warmth engulf her arm, a strange surge pulsing down her veins until her fingertips ignited. Five tiny fire pellets shot forward at the blonde boy, his eyes widened in shock as the flames caught his hair. He fell backwards into a chair, tumbling to the floor while laughs and gasps filled the room. Only one other water user attempted to help the kid, ending up dosing him until he was soaked to the bone. But Erin paid no attention to that. She faced the victim of the crime, a boy curled on the ground and not seeming to want to move.

She nudged him softly with her shoe. "C'mon," she suggested. "Probably not safe in here yet. Let's find the teachers. They'll stop this."

Always loyal to authority and rules, she rolled her eyes when the boy didn't move fast enough and dragged him to his feet and out of the dorm, not worrying if Franki was following.

In the hall, she looked him up and down, noting a bloody nose and a purpling starting around his eye. "Why'd you let him do that?" she accused, as if he had done something wrong.