The King Taijitu would have smiled if it had had the ability. Driving down hard, it went to savage the students already barely resisting its nigh unconquerable strength...
The Nevermore hunting the female took advantage of weapon being pointed away from it, and spun round sharply in mid-air, landing with a thud not ten feet from where its quarry was standing. Its echoing battlecry made the leaves tremble, and it pounced then, intending to pin her to the earth and then gouge out her eyes.
The one attacking the small male felt something smash into its elbow-joint and it stumbled in its charge, running its shoulder right into the burning blade in front of it. Horribly wounded but by no means dead, its screams of pain and rancor were punctuated by shorter squawks as it snapped and clawed at the human it had crashed on top of with its good limbs.
Siobhan jumped as Mr. Rosenrot landed behind her, staring at awe in his method of flight. Had he been riding on jets of flame? Was this the power a Hunter possessed?
"If you could minister to the boy until the ambulance arrives, it would be most beneficial, Miss Clannad. I would take it that he requires some comforting." He spoke so calmly she could barely believe it, and deposited the injured student with care at her feet. Without another word he returned to monitoring the rest of his charges, his eyes fixed to the screen outside of a sudden glance here or there, spying out she knew not what.
Putting herself to the task at hand, she knelt by the shocked and disoriented lad, taking his head and shoulders into her lap, and tenderly dabbed at his forehead with her kerchief. The picture of motherly concern, she spoke softly her face close to his, until his eyes weren't so wide and unfocused. "There now, be a good laddie. We'll get ye all fixed up. Ye did well. It'll be alright. Don't fret. Ye did well." she crooned, smiling down at him.
"I would assist, but there are lives depending upon my vigilance. Besides that, you do us all a service. Beacon is lucky to have you, I should think." Mr. Rosenrot told her, his smile small and out of her view, but his voice declared well enough what he felt. They had been right to choose her, Beacon could use a feminine touch that wasn't backed by killing power.