[Insert Pokemon Battle Music] (Open)

Ashden had been wandering not far from the sports field. His hands were shoved in his pockets and his backpack hung lazily off of one shoulder. It was eerily silent the moment before an ungodly shriek split the air. Immediately his gaze turned in the direction of the noise, and feet followed. A light jog brought him quickly to the edge of the field. A massive creature, blood decorating its hungry mouth, was before him. The backpack slid from his arm and fell unceremoniously to the ground, "Holy shit." Reckless bravery drew him forward instead of striving to call out for someone else. The boy always carried his switchblade on him. Even if he couldn't stop this thing, perhaps distracting it might prevent it from rushing towards the school. Ashden rushed forward, striving to position himself behind its front right leg and began slashing out with practiced movements, "I don't know what the fuck you are but you aren't getting past this field!"

Barry had been running the track field. A screeching, terrible noise filled his ears that came from towards the football field. He didn't even slow down before turning on a dime and racing off towards the field. He slid to a stop next to the other boy who had been in the area. "What the hell?"

All of a sudden, between the calculated movements of his blade, Ashden heard the voice of the boy next to him. He hardly stopped in his pursuits as he ground out, "That's what I'm wondering too." The raising of a large forepaw cut off any further conversation. The student felt himself be thrown backwards with the kick of the abnormally large foot. It had to have been about ten feet back, and he was still positioned underneath the shadow of this thing's stomach. Adrenaline prevented him from feeling the whole ramifications of the fall, something that would likely leave him well bruised. For now, it was simply just a jarring motion. Ashden clenched his teeth and growled in frustration as he found his feet once more. The blade he'd clutched was still firmly with him. But it hardly did anything to their gigantic foe. Utter helplessness blossomed in his chest, a foreign sensation that he hardly had wrestled with before. And it made him angry. Without even looking around to locate Barry, Ashden yelled out, "Go find a teacher or something, you bastard! We can't let this thing leave the field!"

Barry, distracted from Ashden telling him to get a teacher, was too slow to react completely to the tail being lashed out at him. He leapt into the air but the tail still managed to swipe his feet from under him. For a split second, he appeared to be falling in slow motion before flailing into a clumsy roll as he collided with the ground. "Do we even have time for that? What if you get too hurt before a teacher can make it here?" he said as he stood up, winded. After a moment to regain his breath, he took off again in the opposite direction of the other boy. He hoped to get its attention so the other boy could hopefully get a shot in.

"The fuck do you think I'm going to do with a tiny ass knife? I don't care if I get hurt." Asher's agitation was fueled on by the blood pounding relentlessly through his veins. The pain and soreness was distant noise to the situation unfolding around them. It was true that his attacks were nothing but paper cuts to this massive beast. His teeth ground together at the thought, but speed bastard had a point; this would likely be a bad time if he was the only one facing this creature for any length in time. But the two of them verses the overgrown lizard was an uphill battle. What could two untrained students do against a surreal monstrosity? From his clenched fist popped two tiny frogs and he cast them aside in frustration. All he could do was keep going. If the other boy decided to be a distraction or go seek out aid, he could care less. Underneath the belly of the creature, Ashden wasn't quite in it's sight line and he hoped to keep it that way. He darted towards the hind legs, seeking out the delicate skin stretched between toes that had to be as big as he was. With the target in sight, the student dove forward prepared to collide with the ground, and to jam the switchblade into flesh.