The School Life of The Other Demon

Break-out

Demetria's P.O.V.

The members come at us, one by one. The man in red appears in front of us with his super-speed, but spending enough time with him has allowed me to become accustomed to his speed...slightly.

"Move," I command, pushing Damian to one side of the hall as I move to the other, letting the speedster run past us. Watching him skid to a stop, I duck instinctively, just in time to dodge an attack from the lady with the sword. Squatting down, I jump to the side, getting away from her attack range. Getting back onto my feet, I slowly back up, bumping into Red Hood's cell.

"Don't tell me you're running away, Princess," he scoffs. "We don't run away!"

"Shut-up," I growl, ducking once again, her sword barely making contact with my head. Ducking under her attack, I make a quick jab to her gut, feeling nothing but hard metal. "Tch. Stupid robots."

"It wouldn't hurt as much if you had gotten us outta here earlier," Hood taunts from behind me.

"Maybe I won't release you at all," I growl, snapping my head towards him. I turn back to the woman, jumping in the air and kicking her to the head, causing more oil to spill from where Damian had thrown the sword.

"Hmph. She's seen better days."

"Will you stop it with the commentary?!"

"Nope," he says, popping the 'P'. "I'll stop once you let me out."

"He won't stop," Nightwing butts in.

"Good. To. Know," I grunt as I exchange blows with the sword-wielding woman. We continue to go back and forth, dodging, attacking, grunting, and so forth.

She lunges forward, ripping my training attire as I dodge it. With her arm outstretched, I grab her arm and pull it, causing her to falter forward. As she gets closer, I knee her in the chest, and then her arm, breaking it into two. Her body collapses as oil and sparks spill out of her wound.

I have her arm in my hand, tightly gripping the sword. Staring at the arm, I notice a shadow looming over me.

"Demetria!" Superboy yells.

My eyes widen, quickly jumping forward and over the wounded robot. Twisting my body before I land, I find the glow stick emitting light from his hand, transforming it into a large hammer. "What the hell?" I whisper to myself.

"It's pretty cool when it's not used against you," Superboy comments, staring at the floating glow stick. His head snaps to me, a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry."

Moving from Superboy's face, I look at his cell door, then back at the floating glowstick. Without a warning, I swing the arm with the sword in its hand at Superboy, watching it get bang against the bars and back at me.

"Kill him, not me!" he yells, his eyes wide in fear.

"Tch. I thought that would work," I scowl, noticing how the sword didn't even put a dent in the cell bar. As I mentally scolded myself, the glowing glowstick's hammer turned into a gun, aiming and shooting at me. I feel pellets hit my chest, sending me to the far end of the hall, casing into the wall. It feels as if someone had thrown rocks at me, instead of bullets.

"Don't tell me that was your plan," Damian growls, dodging an attack to run over and help me up. "Are you okay?"

"No," I answer, rising to my feet. "And no. They might be able to open the cells though." I nod my head over to the robots sizing up-on us.

"What do you plan?" he asks. "Ask them politely to open the cells?"

"We could do that," I sigh, ripping the sword out of the disembodied arm. I toss the sword to Damian as I grip the arm. "Or we can do it by force," I say cynically, smacking the arm into my hand.