They are!

Eva knocks.

"Come in?"

So she does! "Hi there! I was just wondering – would I be able to use the tennis courts this afternoon?"

The gym teacher is sitting at his desk. It looks like he hadn't been doing anything, previously.

"Sure, sure."

"Oh, sorry, am I disturbing you from something? I just – well, I'm going out with a bunch of my friends later, and I thought I should get to ask you sooner rather than later – you know how those corridors get, really busy and packed with kids?"

He pauses and eyes her assessingly. "Yeah, they do."

"Yeah, so, like I didn't want to come later?" she says. "I thought it might get busy, like, most kids are at lunch right now so the corridors are empty and I got here okay, but when it's really busy it seems to get almost like a stampede and– that's not the best environment if I'm trying to come ask you about stuff?"

What the hell is she even saying.

"Yes, I see. You made a good choice. Here, I should, ah, write you a permission slip. For the tennis court." He scribbles something on a paper and gets up to hand her the paper personally.

"Thanks," she says, smiling at him. Then she moves closer to grab the paper, and oh look, her bag is so conveniently in reach if she might need to grab anything from it. Because she's going to put the paper there. Of course.

Of course.

The man's mouth suddenly opens impossibly wide and a very weird one-foot-long arthropod somewhat reminiscent of a segmented cockroach with way more legs than it should have jumps out of it at Eva's face.

Well it's mightily convenient that her bag is right here and oh look she has an iron blade and she pulls it out and slices, dodging out of the way of the critter.

The critter twists out of the way and falls on the ground.

The gym teacher starts coughing blood, taking a few steps back to crumple against his desk.

Look, she has good reflexes and agility and also a fricking dangerous iron blade.

She will continue aiming for the critter until she gets it.

The critter can apparently telekinetically open the door!

...wait no that's Sadde getting in to see what's going on, just in time for the thing to jump onto his face.

Can she slice it without slicing his face or is it a bit too close for her to do that safely? (She won't do it if it's too dangerous; instead she'll try grabbing ahold of it and pulling it off.)

Bit too close! Sadde starts trying to pull it off and mostly failing.

Eva will help, then!

She is certainly strong enough to do it, though it may rip more than a bit of skin off Sadde's face. He swallows a scream and just drops to the ground, whimpering.

Well that's fucking wonderful.

And now can she stab it with the blade? Or, you know, cut it into pieces?

Yep!

Willow arrives, takes in the scene, and—

—promptly gets herbs from her bag and puts them on Sadde's face. The gym teacher is more badly hurt, but she definitely does not have enough juice to do him on her own.

Stab. Stabbity stab. Stab.

The thing melts into black gunk on the floor with a hiss.

Willow draws an ankh on Sadde's face with his own blood then chants, "Goddess Serket, goddess of healing of bites and stings, goddess of scorpions and medicine and magic, I call upon thee!"

The herbs and the boys sizzle and Sadde holds his breath in pain, but the skin on his face starts slowly knitting together and healing. At the end, his skin is red and raw but overall much better than before.

"Serket?" he asks finally.

"Seemed thematically appropriate."

Norma walks in, then, and calls Theo inside, closing the door behind him when he enters.