While students cleared out around them, returning to their classes, or hugging one side of the hall to await their fate, Van focused again on his brother. There were distractions, like the sound of Liam's snarl that made Van's own lip curl up in response. But he stayed focused and unmoving, breathing in shallow pants with the pain of his own beating setting in.
Cheyenne's tail remained arched and in striking position, hissing with a flicking black forked tongue. The cerberus only started to calm when Cressida spoke to her. They had practiced this before, the using of magic from familiar to witch. It was familiar and settled the cerberus who sat down and curled her black tail around her feet. After a moment, she even brought up a back leg to scratch behind the ear of one of her heads.
The head nearest to Liam reached out and sniffed at his hair, whining softly. The head nearest to Tanek nudged him as he began to rouse. The middle head, the one that classically in Greek mythology represented the present, kept a sharp watch on the weres and other students who may pose a risk to her mistress.
Blake had been checking on Trent, helping him sit up against the lockers and telling him help was coming. The werewolf's knee was clearly broken and painfully twisted in a wrong direction. Blake would leave the resetting of the knee to the healers, especially when Cressida warned him that Jerry was starting to come back to consciousness.
"Easy," he grunted, pressing a hand firmly on Jerry's shoulder to keep him down. The confused were jerked in response and almost knocked Blake to his back. The Dragonslayer grimaced and wrestled him down. "Easy," he repeated, more gruffly this time.