The girl had begun her trek back, running down the path she had already taken to get up to this point. The few zombies that she had ignored had seen fit to intercept her, yet the girl hardly any time to waste. Lana charged the one that had placed itself ahead of the other, hefting her axe up and swinging down to split its skull. As her axe cleaved through the head of the creature, continuing until it stopped in the creature's chest, the girl hefted the blade out before kicking the corpse back into the shambling corpse behind it.  Though the two's collision did little to deter the zombie the small moment of impact was all she needed. She brought her axe back and with one swift arc cleaved through the neck of the creature, decapacitating it in an instant and causing both now re-dead zombies to collapse to the ground. With the path clear, Lana began to run down once more before she got to the crossroads. While she was set to run down the final path, the bolt of light that streaked across the sky gave her a different idea.  "Well, I guess someone else took care of that." That was fine by her, at least, it just meant that she had to waste less time on the small guys and instead go for the much larger shadow creature. The girl grimaced at the prospect of doing that, but knew there was no other way out of this hellish forest. "The sooner I get there, the sooner it dies, the sooner I get paid. The sooner I get paid. The sooner I get paid," the girl repeated this phrase over and over again to psyche herself up before shouting, "alright, I'm coming back for you!" And then charged back down the path to get to the Nightwalker. 

If someone was supposed to show up and give the students the tour, they sure weren't showing up. Maybe the tour wasn't guided? Theo thought about going to explore the campus on her own if someone didn't show up soon. But then, someone did show up. Or, rather, something. “What… the hell is that thing…?” The witch turned her gaze toward... what the hell was that thing? No matter how she adjusted her eyes, it was somehow always out of focus. Its entire body was solid black, like some sort of charcoal drawing, except for its bright red eyes that seemed to stare at her and everyone else assembled outside all at the same time. It pointed ominously at seemingly nothing, then... when Theo blinked her eyes, it was gone. Whatever that was all about. Shortly after its departure though, something else happened. A bloodcurdling scream, and soon after that? Violence. Whatever the hell was these kids' problem, one of them had chosen to make it Theodora's problem. Being fairly in-shape was practically a requirement for witchcraft, but even so, the element of surprise had let them nick her neck with their nails. Whatever the hell their problem was, they were going to learn today. Among the many rules in witch society, two of the most important were separated only by context. Never leave a debt unpaid, and never leave a grudge unresolved. Whatever inspired this delinquent to attack Theodora, it definitely had earned a grudge, and she wasn't about to leave it unresolved. Unfortunately, Theo had left her aptly-named "bag of tricks" on her seat when she got up to address the boys. And it wasn't like she'd have time to stir something up in a cauldron, never mind the fact there wasn't one near her. This meant that all she had to work with was her own two hands, and what little tricks she could do without any prep time or special tools. However, witchcraft had many uses, and its power could be used in surprising ways. When the mad delinquent ran at Theo for a second swipe, she was ready this time. She stepped out of the way, plucking a single hair off their head as they stumbled past her. Hair was a very powerful tool for spells meant to work on one specific person. Anything containing the target's DNA, really, but hair was the most accessible. With a wave of her other hand over her prize, the hair began to glow. Only for her to drop it to the ground, ducking down to the ground as her assailant charged in for a third strike. Not getting hit again was nice and all, but being low to the ground for this next part was what Theo really needed. She put her hands over the grass, combing it down over the hair she'd placed down. As she did, the blades she touched glowed a sickly pale purple, and the grass beneath the delinquent's feet did the same. Only for that grass to then shoot up like vines, wrapping itself tight around their wrists and ankles, then dragging them down to the ground, where they thrashed and flailed in an attempt to break free. That wasn't going to happen as long as Theo kept the spell going. And she had no intention of getting up from her spot on the ground just yet. "Well, I'd say that's witchcraft: one, brute force: zero." That said, she didn't want to stay here forever. She could fix up a more semi-permanent solution for her assailant, but it required things from her bag. And going to get those things meant moving away from where she was currently doing her thing, and the spell would probably break in the time it took her to get the bag herself. So, she glanced around the crowd, looking for anyone who looked to still be sane and not currently occupied. "You there, could you be a peach and get my bag? It's over there hanging from that chair, the one with the rabbit pins on it."