Getting Scrappy

When it came to finding great places to enjoy relative silence during a lazy afternoon, Ater found the roof to be a good spot. Not a lot of people go here, but when they do, they're usually quiet about it. Save for one or two instances of a group fighting. He'd usually get involved just for disturbing his nap. Well, sometimes he'd jump in to help someone, then end up having to answer for it with the guidance councilor.

What a drag.

But today seemed like one of the quieter days. He'd spent some time just leaning over the railings to look at all the students walking around like little ants all the way down there on the grounds. The area he was loitering in was a little out of the way from the entrances to the roof, and so he normally was invisible to anyone else who simply came up and did whatever.

The silence he was enjoying would soon be interrupted however when he heard some people come up through the nearest door. What could it be this time?

@Schrodinger's Cat

Ahh, a few of those one-eyed cretins that were too self conscious about their depth perception impairment. And it looked like they had a playmate. Ater was sure that the kid with the blue hair was new. He hadn't seen him before around the campus, not even during the times when he did go to the library. Although admittedly, he usually just goes to find an empty cubicle in a corner and doze off there whenever he does.

"Foxkid to the rescue, I guess," he told himself as he came forward from behind. He cracked his neck and knuckles to announce his arrival, smiling excitedly. "You know, you guys should really give the guy a fighting chance." In his short time in the school, Ater was known to have been sent to the councilor for fighting with the other students. There was a chance that the cyclops knew him, even just by description, but that was just his expectation. He had a bit of an ego, thinking that all he's done earned him some kind of reputation with the bullies and those who were bullied by them.

"Oh ho ho!" he bellowed in mocking laughter. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say those were fighting words. You know, you really have to work on your phrasing. You might start fights you don't mean to start, mate."

He looked at the other student and nodded, "Not the friendliest bunch, are they?" He turned back to them and eyed the bag being held by one of them. It surely didn't look like they belonged to them. "That his stuff?" he pointed to the bag in question. "Come on, fork it over. This guy's obviously new here and we wouldn't want him to think this school sucked."

"What the hell is that!?" Ater shouted, pointing to the sky where a bluish fireball appeared seemingly out of nowhere, barreling down on the trio. It was large, about the size of a motorcycle when viewed from the side.

Ater waited until they either looked away to see what he was pointed at, or if they didn't get distracted like he planned, until the fireball made impact. The heat was not enough to burn anything, but it did make a good deal of heat to scare them. He went for the one with the bag first of course, driving a knee to the stomach and doing a crouching uppercut to the jaw. He grabbed the bag quickly and tossed it to the blue-haired guy. "Here you go, bud!"

Ouch. That uppercut really hurt the knuckles. "Alright!" he slammed his fists together, summoning the blue flames around his hands, "Who's next!"

Ater had lowered himself to a stance after stifling his laughter at the one that ran away scared. With flaming fists, he was about to rush in and teach this one-eyed cretin a lesson. And then BANG!

A gun had went off. "WHOA!" he shouted in surprise, quickly turning around to see that the guy he saved had a gun now. "You've got no chill, dude. Holy crap, we're so in trouble now."