Malina stepped off of the final stair leading back down to the arena as the explosion rocked the stadium. She stole a quick glance toward the belt before quickly burst through the door, looking around only to see the smoking body of one of the students and the other, Juno, standing over him.
"Oh, for..." She muttered under her breath before dropping the belt to the ground and sprinting toward the two students. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was *not* how it was supposed to go. It was just a training exercise in an open space, an open space with plenty of people around watching.
Juno watched as Malina came sprinting toward him, happy that she'd heard his cries for assistance. This was still bad, so very bad, but the she was here, she would be able to take care of him. She's a hunter, she knows what to d-
Before Juno could finish the though he felt the air being knocked out of his chest as some invisible force slammed against him, sending him flying away from Acero and against a wall.
Malina quickly took the place where Juno had stood as she slowed to a stop from her sprint and bent down over Acero. "Son of a bitch..." She swore under her breath as she looked over the damage. The crumpled metal arm laying in pieces to the side, frayed wiring and tubes hanging from both ends like robotic entrails. The burns covering his face and chest, the clothing that had previously covered him burned away or melded with the skin. Blood seeped from his leg and trickled down the side of his chest as his chest slowly rose and fell, bringing with it ragged and labored breaths. She looked down to his hip where the bag of bombs had been and found nothing but a bloody chunk and blasted away fabric.
"I... I could try to wrap some of the fabric around the wound, but... There's too many spots, I can't..." She swore under her breath again before reaching into her pocket and pulling out her scroll. She quickly opened the device and furiously tapped a number in. "Come on, come on, pick u- oh! Sophea! It's Malina... Malina Nahualli, the new TA- it doesn't matter- look, I need you to get to Amity as soon as you can, the training exercise that was planned today went wrong, one of the students is badly injur-... Ah... burns? He's bleeding from the leg and chest, his prosthetic arm is just gone... it was a-... it was an explosion, I think, dust bombs on his his hip in a bag, they-... they went off, yes. Okay... alright, I'll see you soon." Malina closed her scroll and placed tossed it to the ground, not bothering to put it back in her pocket.
She stood up quickly and unbuttoned her shirt, leaving her with the simple white undershirt she had been wearing. She crouched back down and placed the shirt against Acero's hip, using the sleeves to tightly wrap it around his leg. She watched as the previously white shirt began to spread red with blood as she wiped her own now bloody hands against her shirt. She looked once more at the broken prosthetic and winced, wondering how advanced the nerve system had been set up before shaking her head and refocusing herself. With a silent sigh, she moved toward Acero's head and elevated it slightly with her hands.
She took a moment, just a moment, to glance over at Juno, who was not recovering from being slammed against the wall from her semblance. She made sure to lock eyes with him, but she showed no emotion, no hate, no sympathy, just vague judgement.