Midnight Mayhem (Saya)

Saya awoke in her office. Her bed there was cozy, and the windowless atmosphere a dark void she could appreciate. No noise. No requirements. Just a little time to herself. To sleep, and read. She awoke, however, at the sound of people in the halls. The sound of bodies rushing around. The other Pillars had gone to take care of that. Riots....people testing the waters. People were always just...testing the waters. She didn't like to buy into their BS but...from the sounds of things the numbers of people getting involved were above the line. People were making a joke of the school at night, and the fact that she was interrupted in her sleep added a certain...ounce of irritation to it.

She stood up and opened her office door, not bothering as the other Pillars had done to change her clothes, instead just walking into the hall in her pajamas. She grabbed the collar of the student that tried to run passed, the force causing him to choke. She turned and hurled him back into his friends, who all collapsed around him. She stared down at them.

"Go back to bed."

They stammered an okay, but one of them paused as the others rushed off.

"F-first Pillar...there are other students out of bed."

She stared, watching him as he told her where they were. She waited as the boy turned and headed back to bed, and turned around to stare down the hall. Back at the office where her warm bed waited. She chewed her lip a moment and headed back toward the room, opening the office door and....grabbing her coat. She shrugged it on and locked the door, making sure her key was in her pocket before closing it and heading out alone. She sent a quick text to Mark with her location, indicating it should be easy enough to find someone and send them back his way.

She would arrive to the left of Alvin, hands at her sides, eyes staring at the boy on the phone.

"You shouldn't be out right now. Go back to your dorm."

She was not making a threatening gesture, stance or aura. But...she did not seemed pleased to have to be out here in her PJs.

She walked forward, again unthreatening, and stopped about five feet away this time.

"Student's aren't allowed out at night. Your friend won't be taking you anywhere. Back to bed."

She stared, giving him the benefit of a response but was quickly losing patience.

She stared at him, not looking over at the kids.

"Mm. You remind me of my father."

She knew this campus like the back of her hand. She had seen and done everything there was to do on it. She lived there, and had seen far worse brutalities than one kid getting beaten by many. This boy...was not acting like someone who wished to help anybody but himself. He also seemed unsurprised by everything. If someone was leaving campus and was caught by a Pillar, they didn't tend to try and stay to talk. They didn't try to reason with them. And they didn't appear quite so self assured. But...she had no real reason to suspect him in anything. It was more about why he appeared that way. What caused the callousness.

"I hated my father."

She would lunge forward and attempt to grab his hair!

Saya stopped as the man drew needles into his fist. He was prepared to fight to disfigure? To die? She would let her hands drop back down to her sides.

"Some advice? If you have things to do outside of school, do them during the day. And don't draw weapons. It forces me to remember your name and face and put you down far worse, later. Have a good night."

She turned around and went back through the gate toward the jocks. She would walk toward them and, if they didn't see her and bolt, dole out the necessary punishments.

She kept her arms at her sides, walking forward now. She wouldn't stop until she was next to the boy they had been beating on, whether they backed away or not.

"I have seen your faces. Tomorrow you will report for detention. If you refuse, I will track you all down and take away your choice. If you fight now, you will have detention with broken bones."

She would wait for their response, staring at the fellow who now appeared to be the leader, judging by the shoulder tap.

They were jocks. It wouldn't be hard to track them down.

As the man lunged forward she stepped into it, left hand moving to take his right wrist. Her right forearm would reach up and plant behind the jocks head and, using her strength and body weight, would pull out on the arm and drop to a knee after sliding backward a bit with his force, putting all weight on the back of his neck and likely forcing im to either fall to a knee or flat on his face. It was typical of Eskrima, a method of take-down defense called Baliog Pomali.

She put enough force there to likely shred his neck muscles. From there, it would be difficult for him to even move his head or free arm, as reaching any part of her body from that position would cause severe strain and agony on his back.

"Submit."