Estelle & Zeke | Hallways outside Yorath
It wasn’t hard to trigger Zeke in to the solider mode. He was by far more used to thinking in that manner than he was to being a normal student anymore. The first gunshot that echoed through the hallway was enough. His instinct immediately took over as he dropped to the ground. Not in a heap like others around him. Instead he held himself just above the ground on his hands and toes. His eyes darted around his immediate surrounds, quickly assessing the threats. The immediate ones at least. It was beyond clear there were more threats than he could immediately see. He was unarmed, something he was severely regretting and would not be continuing.
When he moved, he moved fast. He didn’t need to be armed to be effective. He traded blows with little effort with each attacker he crossed. Few of them could fight like he could so he cut through them like butter. In just a few minutes, Zeke had collected an assortment of useful weapons. Unlike many supernatural Zeke was not against using guns and he used them very effectively.
He had no specific goal as he moved through the hallways. He was simply focused on taking down as many assholes he could. He didn’t get through unscathed, however. He took a few blows, a couple to the face, a few to the gut and he would clearly have a few more bruises around his body in the morning. Not to mention the bullet that had grazed his arm somewhere along the way and the pretty nearly gash across his chest. The pain of any of it didn’t phase him but the significant bleeding had its drawbacks.
He turned in to what he thought was a deserted hallway to pause to patch himself up quickly. The hallways wasn’t deserted though. His eyes showed a range of emotions when he saw who was on the ground. He moved fast down the hallway. His fist collided with her attacker's head and the blows didn’t stop despite the fact that he was out cold with the first hit. Several more blows clearly ended the attacker’s life before he turned his attention away from him.
"Estelle?" His hand moved to rest against her face, replacing the cold steel of the knife. "Hey, look at me."