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Azazel
Her answer disappointed him. Her words held the same confidence as her posture, and, searching her eyes, he was almost inclined to believe her.
Almost.
The lie wasn't hard to catch. He'd seen her come up to help Hermes, and he knew she hadn't been here long, and that Hermes hadn't even opened his mouth to tell her whether he had an envelope or not. And that gave him a very valid reason to take arms against her.
It took everything he had not to lick his lips. She didn't look the type to back down, not without knowing just what he was, and the same could be said of him. Neither had a firm grasp of the others' powers beyond flight. It was just the sort of battle he'd been looking forward to, but he stopped himself. He was trying, consciously, to make sure that despite his demonic heritage and the obvious perceptions that came with that, the other students knew him for who he was, not what he had done.
Whether they could forgive the atrocities he'd committed was up to them.
Even then, with her very open challenge, it was hard for him to not take the bait and engage. There was no doubt in his mind that he would emerge victorious. He had yet to meet someone who could best him in combat without assistance, and few that could even then. Restraint was never his strong suit, as should have been expected of someone of his origins.
With a sigh though, Azazel relaxed his hand, not even pointing out the obvious tell from her words. "Alright, I'll bite, but put that toy away, otherwise, I might be inclined to reconsider." He wasn't scared of her in the slightest, that much was obvious, and the revealing of a blade only made him feel more inclined to reciprocate the action. But he did his best not to try and sound hostile despite that, "Be careful on the way down. Getting your wings, magnificent, I must say, tangled up with the branches would be unpleasant. And next time you're caught between two potential hostiles," his smirk returned, accompanied by a laugh, "I'd suggest not turning your back to one of them."
With that said, Azazel leapt up to the peak of the tree that he himself was standing on, balancing comfortably despite the obviously precarious position, his own white wings flared out in case the branch beneath his feet snapped. He scanned the surrounding area, not pausing the sweeping of his eyes when he spotted what looked like a rock formation in the distance, not wanting Hermes, or his apparent savior, for that matter, to catch on to his hunch.
"I'll leave you to it then, but before I go," the demon looked back to Hamiri, "I don't believe I caught your name." Despite his relaxed poise, he was ready. She seemed angry, and he didn't know her well. As far as he was concerned, she could stab him in the back without a second thought.
"Hamiri Yu," she answered, watching him as he flew away. Inside, Hamiri gave a deep sigh. He did not decide to fight Hermes or her, meaning that she had either convinced him or he did not really want to fight. Either way, she could help her classmate, who would have not been able to fight Azazel had he decided to engage. She still was wary of the demon, however, as he backed away from the two of them. She could see the glint in his eyes, the violent desire to attack and to crush his opposition. Even the way he worded his warning and his retreat were suspicious. If they managed to face each other again, she knew he would accept her challenge, and would fight a bloody fight to get her envelopes. This is supposed to be a training exercise, not a gauntlet...but it feels like a gauntlet anyway...too many people who are all too ready to hurt each other... she thought with worry.
Above the trees, the glowing orb Hyperion had summoned gleamed, and allowed Hyperion to watch over the campus. He noticed which students had begun to engage each other, which ones had envelopes, and which ones were still searching for envelopes. He never missed a detail. He called them to Michael, who wrote them on his clipboard as he stood with the actual Hyperion. The sun god had noticed that Azazel had eyed two students with near-murderous intent, and he started to wonder himself. "...You know, Michael...with all these demon-kids on the island, I wonder if letting them run around campus fighting each other was the best idea. Because...you know...you know how underworld spirits can be sometimes..." he muttered.
Michael was just a little surprised to hear Hyperion expressing fear, but given that nobody else was around, he figured his fellow teacher felt safe confiding in him. He knit his brows as he listened, and then gave a short nod. "...The idea will work. We will not let anyone be hurt that badly. This is the best way to determine who will need the most help, and who will be allowed the most leeway during the year. And the ones who make trouble for the rest of the class will have their own consequences to face," he assured Hyperion.
"Yeah, just...I hope I won't have to actually break-up a fight because someone's trying to kill another kid...This isn't supposed to be a gladiator fight, if you know what I man..."
"If students try to make it one, we will demonstrate to them the cost of wanton violence. They'll have one chance to learn their lesson," Michael replied. His expression and voice were both grave, as he thought on the punishment for students who became too belligerent toward their classmates. Azazel, Patriah, Razorclaw, and Lucifer were all far too ready to fight, and he knew he would have to rein-in at least one of them. As for Apophis, he still stood next to Xavier and did not move, as though his mind was in another world. Xavier had started scouting the area and had decided to grab one of the envelopes, an envelope from behind the dorm closest to the forest. He had returned, hoping Apophis would accept the letter as a symbol of their teamwork. The exercise had been going now for about five minutes, and he hoped the chaos god would accept the offer of cooperation.
