Hane's bravado faded as the bull-monster dissolved into nothingness, leaving him with an irritated and slightly pale look. It took a moment before he realized that he was not alone in this whole affair, and quickly regathered his over-confident wits and arrogant facade. "Eh? Oh, I'm fine, aside from shell shock, a total mental break, and probably PTSD, but thanks for askin'," he said, "Son of a bitch... that thing could have killed me. By the way, what the hell was it? Seriously, that shit is not something you see every day."
He looked at each of his classmates, wondering if they were holding out some information, and he spied the crossbow of Taro. "Whoa, partner! Where were you keeping that bad boy?!" he said, pointing at the deadly device, "It looks like you were just ready for something bad to happen..."
When the girl spoke about 'being escorted home', Hane's attention flipped right to her, "Hitomi, that's quite a pretty name. It fits your pretty face," he said, tossing in a wink and a seductive smile. "If you need protection, than I'm your man. Hishou Hane, at your service." He reflexively dusted his attire and withdrew a comb to fix his hair, "Name the place, and off we'll go, little lady." He knew she could not see him, at least not well, but image was almost everything to the egotistical youth.
He took Hitomi by the hand, "I take it the rest of you guys can handle yourselves?."
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. ~Laozi