[i]Alyssa was silent for a moment, contemplating Alon's words. Suddenly, she burst into hysterical laughter; the strangeness of it all, being awoken by a distress signal, a strange man knocking on her window, and suddenly, a conversation about something as serious as the dark arts—and it ends in talking about friends! It was simply too much for Alyssa. Eventually, she calmed down, breathing deeply, her cheeks rosy from all the sudden, ridiculous laughter. She shook her head, sighing.[/i] "Sorry," [i]She murmured, inwardly beating herself up for exploding like that.[/i] "I've a habit of going hysterical when things get too serious," [i]She added apologetically. Just then, a loud clunk was heard from the open window at which Alonfé had came in. Turning her head, Alyssa's bright green eyes widened. A large, rectangular prism sat there, probably being thrown through the window. It was ticking quickly, counting the milliseconds. Alyssa quickly leaned forward, grabbing a handful of essays and notes.[/i] "Hut!" [i]She yelled briskly, and the papers were gone, having transmuted into a large, thick, titanium wall. The rectangular prism exploded suddenly, blowing the wall of the apartment to bits. The titanium wall, however, shielded the two from the explosion. Multiple bombs were thrown into neighboring apartments, and those inhabits were not so lucky.[/i] ((MP= 750 – [i]x[/i])) ((MP= 750 – 100)) ((MP= 650))