It seemed I'd been right in my assumptions that the infamously vast bleachers still made for a perfect hiding place. But if the Manuari hadn't coaxed the students out when they did, they would have just waited for them to leave and captured them all anyway. And now, they were leading them to the only place they could, the Creative writing classroom.
People were clambering over each other to get to us. Some were dangling from railing supports, while those more daring were leaping several steps at a time as the Manuari continued to instil a level of panic in them.
Think, Jake. If I tell the Manuari to stop, the students will likely die or be taken away as hosts. Still, the fact these monsters want to get to Rothbury's old classroom so bad is a reassuring sign.
'Sprite, what do you think?' If I was going to be helping the kid, I might as well see how he handled himself.
