Run!

You quickly turn the other way and move your legs, darting back the way you came. It's no use though as the running back cuts off the distance with ease and takes you down with a solid tackle. The wind is knocked out of your lungs as you slam into the ground. Griff turns you around and raises his fist in the air, the rage in his eyes glares down at you.

"Stop!" cries Amina as you raise your arms to defend.

The first blow hammers down on your covered arms. The impact smashes your defense apart as the second blow comes in to finish the job. Amina's hands pull the footballer away, but she shrugs it off, tossing the genie aside to bump off the ground with a yelp. The pained noise turns his attention. His aggression immediately dissipates as he rushes over with concern to the frail girl he just brushed aside.

"I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" he asks as he helps Amina back to her feet.

"Let go of me!" Amina cries out, pulling away. Griff lets go, still with a worried look in his eyes.

"I'm just trying to help..." he says.

"By trying to hurt m... Riley?" she replies.

Griff pauses, not having a good response to the accusation. He turns to you and grits his teeth as he utters grudgingly, "I'm sorry."

You pick yourself off the ground and brush yourself off, "Just what is your deal with you anyways?" you demand, forgetting for the second that he just had you on the ground ready to pound you to paste. You get a one handed pieface for your troubles, sending you tumbling down again. The jock doesn't seem interested in following up though as he keeps his eyes on your friend.

"Look, babe, we were just messing around, it's a thing between what's his face and me..." he quickly explains, "Never mind that. You new here? Looks like the school shut down for some reason, but I can give you the tour... I know a way in..."

Apparently Griff wasn't around for yesterday's festivities, so he is clueless what really went down. He also has a way inside, which means you could use that to get records on Lynn's friends. "You know a way in?" you ask.

"Piss off, asswipe," Griff replies, shoving you aside with great **** and sending you to the ground for a third time. "This is a private tour."

"Stop that!" Amina demanded. Griff raised his hands, relenting, but it's obvious he won't be very cooperative with you around.