[ There’s a long pause after he calls out, before their shiny hand pops right out of the snow near the front of the school, the rest of them soon following it. They’re too far away to see clearly, but they’re definitely frowning, huffing while they step over and back into the school, brushing frost from their shoulders and hair. ]

You really can’t listen to anyone, can you.

[ He doesn’t know that if in some horrible accident they’d been shattered in that small fight, they would’ve eventually noticed him there... nothing bad ended up happening, but if they’re being honest, they have a hard time not being listened to in a situation where they definitely know better.

They don’t look at him as they close the distance between them, brushing splinters and snow alike from the edge of their blade. ]

Be grateful that was a small unit. The second one they send today will be way bigger, so unless you’d like to stick around and fight it yourself...

[ Their gaze is sharp when they finally make eye contact with him, knowing that its only now that he can finally see the reality of their way of life. ]