She shook her head, glancing at her skinned palms. "Just a little skin, you?" She blinked a few times to clear the adrenaline clouding her vision. She looked up to watch the wrestling dragons as they thrashed back into the courtyard. "Is there anyone in the school?"

"I'm fine." He took her arm, safer if they could run. He narrowed his eyes. "Everyone should be. Its brick and stone I don't think them or their fire will hurt it." He glanced at the sky, another dragon was coming. Zeus! He alighted, wings raised defensively. His teeth bared, growling, he looked at the pair. Ethan took a step in front of Asta. His head rushed hot.

"What about the barn, that isnt as secure, what if they tumble into the stable and the horses- and-" She grabbed his hand and tried to stand in line with him, staring at him in panic as though he had the answer.

"I'm sure the horses will be okay.." His voice trailed off as Zeus stared at them. He took a deep breath. Zeus was trying to block Ethan out, he couldn't hear him. Something is wrong. Zeus managed to get to him, Ethan backed up. The red eyes of his dragon seemed scarier. It'd been a long time since he felt so afraid of him. Are you okay? The silence was probably the scariest part. /Hide/. He stepped back. "Run inside, I'll get the horses free, you tell a teacher, warn people." He looked at her, hoping she'd do what he asked.

"Okay, fine, but im coming out there as soon as I do-" She stared at Zeus and then sprinted inside. She threw the doors open and took the stairs three at a time to the nearest classroom. The walked into the classroom and pulled the teacher aside, having a quick, hushed conversation with her.

He stepped backwards, Zeus was struggling to hold himself and he could see it. He turned and started to run. It didn't look like Zeus had all that much control. He hauled it to the barn, opening doors and leading horses into the hall and out of the barn in a rush. That was the safest option. They could always find them again, but not if they were dead. He was a quarter from them all being released when a shadow cast over one side, he stopped and stared at Zeus for a moment. He rushed a bit as Zeus slipped in, his wings almost touched the ceiling and the hayloft. Stalking slowly. Ethan let the last horse out and quickly realized he was cornered by another, new dragon in the opposite doorway that he'd been planning to get out by. He backed up into the tackroom, diving as the dragon charged. Zeus leapt onto it and thrashed, he couldn't see them now but they were causing hell out there. Then the wall caved in as one was thrown at that wall.

Asta sprinted back down as the building was beingnevacuated. She saw dust rising from the barn and sprinted like her life depended on it, skidding to a stop in the aisleway, facing the tussling pair. After a quick survey, she figured he was in the tack room, which was getting closer and closer to being crushed. She looked around quickly and snatched up a curry comb. "AY, YOU BIG ASS, DUMB BRUTE! WALK THIS WAY!" She threw the brush like a rock, pinging the strange dragons head in a hope to distract him. Well... not the smartest idea ever, Asta.

Yeye I know))

"Fuck, no, thats bot how you were supposed to-" She gave an aggravated sigh, running to the rubble of what had been the tack room. She struggled to shift the wood, slowly making her way through the wreckage. "Ethan?!" She was holding onto the small, fragile strands of hope that he was okay like they were a life line. She pulled herself together enough to keep pulling wood aside, heavy and light, through the choking dust and the faint, but alarming smell, smell of smoke. The strange dragon had started using its last resort- Fire.

Ethan was cramped under the wall, his left arm - painfully- pinned and his torso narrowly missed between two saddle racks. He was having quite a struggle to breathe as rubble had landed on his chest. He heard Asta throwing stuff around. "I'm over here!" He called, still assessing his situation. He could move everything but his right foot and left arm. His foot was wedged between something and his arm under something heavy. "I'm fine, just- just stuck." He grunted as he attempted to pull out his arm. Which didn't work. Half because it was stuck and half the fact that he couldn't move his torso. This was the epitemy of cleithrophobia and claustrophobia. But Ethan wasn't entirely too bothered.