While coalescing his strength after the confrontation with Kirk, Lucan swiftly barged through the doors, opening up to a large lecture hall, almost identical to the lecture hall of Class 1-B except obviously more well-kept and fancy.
t seemed the lecturer was in the middle of a demonstration, and by the scribbles on the wall, Lucan deduced that it was likely to do with Forceful Art Elicitation, or FAE for short. A student was in the middle of chanting an art while concentrating on the lecturer, also a tell-tale sign of FAE being taught.
The students in their seats suddenly turned from looking at the demonstration to the suspicious and ragged man who just walked in, confused at who he was and what he intended to do. The student who was trying to attempt FAE stopped as his eyes turned into daggers pointing directly at the man who walked in. The lecturer, noticing both the sound of someone walking in and the fact their student's attention shifted so quickly, whipped around and was met with the culprit.
"Who are you?" Victor, the lecturer, demanded, who, faster than the normal eye could seem drew a gun and aimed it directly at the man's head who had just walked in. All the lecturers in the Academy knew each other, and only other lecturers visited other classes, therefore not only was it strange that a man Victor didn't recognise walked in, but concerning that he had not been questioned while walking to his destination. Only one thing could explain that. This man was dangerous.
"You don't need to know. I just need to borrow someone in your class, Victor." a chilling voice broke the room's tension, even frightening Victor as well as the rest of the porcelains, especially a certain porcelain in the back of the class who was told many a time not only about a certain man's appearance, but their voice as well.
"I won't be letting you take one of my porcelains if you do not identify yourself now!" Had Victor not recognised Lucan? The usual voice, attitude and appearance might be different but to not recognise a good friend's face? Did Lucan really look that different when he was Lanyon compared to now? If that's true, what on earth do I look like?! thought Lucan, with a tone that could be almost called concerned. "Answer now, or face the consequences!"
"Don't worry, it's not like they're gonna be hurt that ba-"
A gunshot and a slice. Two sounds occurred almost simultaneously, only mere milliseconds apart. A face of shock spread across the poor lecturer's voice, as the strange man in front of him was now in a crouched combat position, his arm that wielded a large decorated dagger, erect in the air while slicing through it.
Then, the sound of two metal objects falling echoed around the hall, as the entire room's attention was focused on the floor, where a red-hot metal bullet lay, cut cleanly in half, the pieces at least a metre away from each other. Screams and shouts began to erupt from the porcelains, as realisation spread across each and every one of their expressions. This man was the Rogue. And Lucan thought Victor now realised that as well.
"I thought you would have better judgement that than, Victor. Let me be, please."
"Stop what you're doing! And how do you know my name?!" Victor screamed, his voice beginning to sound panicked.
"A shame, you could of just let me take my porcelain and go" the Rogue tutted, sending shivers down the porcelains' spines, especially the one who knew he was the one to be taken. "I-"
"Hunter Art: Prey Paralysis!" an unfortunate porcelain shouted, taking action from the crowd. The porcelain was an older girl compared to her comrades, and seemed to be somewhat of a leader among the group, taking charge even over the lecturer at that. It seemed to be an effect-based art, that needed a visible target to be seen, hence her concentration at Lucan so intense that you'd think she hated him.
That art was apart of the Hunter Node, quite a rare set of arts to have, usually based around eliminating a target with ease or simply surviving in harsh conditions. Very remarkable indeed. Lucan also found himself to be completely frozen, with the exception of his head; paralysed, to be exact.
"Thank you, Alice. Now, lets-"
"Huh. You really didn't think this through much, did you?" the Rogue interrupted, completely still.
"What?" it was strange, not just to Victor but Alice too. Someone in this position would usually panic and try to escape with all their might, but this person was calm, even critiquing his opponents move as if he was the one winning!
"You were just learning about it too, you fool! You let your opponent know too much about your arsenal." Lucan grinned. Alice at that moment didn't understand what the strange man was talking about, but Victor immediately caught on. They were all in danger.
"Everyone! Run-"
"Too late, Victor. Hunter Art: Prey Paralysis."