Bullying her way to the front of the line was far easier like this. Go figure, most people didn't want to be touched by someone covered in blood and even threatening to bump into them was enough to get most people to get out of her way. It meant that she got her plate of buffalo wings pretty quickly, the bottom of the plate and the tongs she used to pick them up now also had a bit of blood stuck to them. The real problem was that she really didn't want to pick up the food like this because that just seemed gross. Rather than go to the end of the serving area to grab a few napkins, she opted to wipe her hands on a nearby student who couldn't wiggle away quite fast enough. With that, she popped one in her mouth while she started looking at drinks and sides.

Before she could finish, someone was asking someone what they did and out of habit, Diana turned around. Even if she wasn't sure whether the shrill voice was talking about her or not, there was a reasonable chance that it was. People tended to ask that around her even when she wasn't visibly like this, so she tended to just assume that she had something to do with it. The person in question was indeed staring directly at her. Kid was like half her size and was staring at her like she just assaulted his mom or something. Diana raised an eyebrow and went back to picking out drinks and sides after tossing another buffalo wing into her mouth. Something like this wasn't worth delaying food for.

"Giant feathery lizard thing flew in from the portal and stole my food, so I fought it. But another mage didn't like that, so she fought me. And then she killed the giant lizard and I fell into a hole. Didn't see what happened after that, but I assume she dragged it away to eat it. She was talking about doing that at least."

She piled a hefty serving of noodles and several stacks of garlic bread onto the side of her plate. She wasn't sure if it'd go good with what she was eating, but she didn't really care. It was the closest food and someone was hungry.

"Don't know what you're so angry about. I'm sure someone'll clean it up eventually if you're that much of a germaphobe."

"It was like 25 times my size and my magic isn't really optimized for combat like a lot of peoples'. Plus, it was the closest thing to a dragon I'd ever be able to fight, so how could I not?" she shrugged.

Angry rants were something she was very experienced with given her friend, and she could sense them coming a mile away. Once this kid showed signs that he was about to go off on her, she shoved another buffalo wing into her mouth and turned back to the buffet. She kept piling food onto her plate, eating it occasionally when she had a free hand. Sometimes the food didn't even get to her plate like this small stack of brownies she just ate one by one by shoving the entire thing into her mouth and nearly swallowing them whole. Diana wasn't completely tuning him out, making sure to get the gist of what he was saying, but she was tuning him out enough that it took her a couple of seconds for her to realize what he was actually saying. That really was some quick response time, she was almost impressed. Almost. But he was wrong about one thing. Even if she knew he was going to be coming this fast she would still have gotten food first because she was really hungry.

"Oh good because leaving that much blood on the floor of the cafeteria probably isn't very sanitary. Though you might want to hold off on starting until I shower because I'll be tracking blood everywhere until then."

With that, she grabbed her two plates of food and extra large drink and headed for the nearest table. It just so happened he was in her path and she wasn't feeling inclined to go around him. He was at least a foot smaller than her and scrawny, so she was pretty sure she could just plow through him if he refused to move.

Diana just grinned when he said that he was going to take out the trash right now. It'd been less than an hour and she was involved in three fights already? Before lunch even? Today was a good day. A really good day. It was so easy to get into a ton of fights in this place, and while she really did need to eat in order to be able to keep up her power usage like this, she was sure she could sneak in a few bites while the fight was going on. Hell, she could probably use the food as a weapon, along with her own footsteps since they'd still be leaving a mess everywhere she went.

Then a wall of spikes went up around her and he went to quite literally...clean up the trash. Diana thought that was supposed to be a taunt of some kind. Did she misread it? Was this guy really that obsessed with cleaning? She frowned and shoved another buffalo wing into her mouth and started chewing. She tapped lightly on one of the spikes with her foot. Solid, felt like the same material as the floor. Meant it probably wasn't too dangerous. It'd hurt to step on, but compared to the attacks she took today alone it really wasn't that big a deal. She was willing to test fate to get to a comfortable place to eat and to mess with the janitor. Mostly to mess with the janitor though because that was always a great past time.

Without caring that the spikes were even there, Diana walked across the floor to the nearest table. The spikes weren't particularly sharp, but by putting this much weight on her foot was enough to make the spikes go through them. She winced, but didn't stop walking and didn't stop walking normally even. Her power would heal a minor wound like this in under a minute, so there was nothing to worry about. By the time she sat down at the table most of the holes were closing up. The only thing the spikes served to do was make her bleed more, thus tracking more blood with every footstep. Sitting down meant there was now blood all over the seat because of all the blood on her pants, and the bottom of her jacket was even still dripping. She made a point to put her elbows on the table to leave bloody prints behind there too.

She watched the janitor intently while she ate. It was very nice of him to provide her with a show while she ate and it was really interesting to see what his power did. All the blood on the floor vanished really quickly and it even looked like some of the bigger gibs were being devoured by the floor itself.

"That's an interesting power you've got," she started talking with her mouth half full, not really caring if she was spitting a bit of food while she chewed and talked. "What's it do? Anything besides make you a superpowered janitor?"

Diana looked up when she heard the voice above her, shoving another buffalo wing into her mouth. She just raised an eyebrow and took a moment to chew. As much as she didn't care about talking with her mouth full she didn't want to choke on her food and that was easy to do at this angle.

"What, did you seriously think I was just going to stand there? If you didn't want more blood on the floor you should have just let me sit down and eat my lunch."

She looked down to grab a brownie only to see that her lunch was starting to sink into the table. Diana still shoved the brownie into her mouth and ate it whole, but that was the only piece of food she grabbed. If there wasn't a huge buffet behind her she might have felt more inclined to try to save some of it, but it hardly seemed worth the effort. It meant she had more than enough time to roll onto the floor once she saw the first pillar appear. She didn't know what he was planning, but she didn't want to find out Of course, that meant that she impaled her entire left side, but the wounds were so light that she was pretty sure they'd heal before they became a problem. It just meant that there was now more blood on the floor and more blood running down her leg. Standing back up meant impaling her feet and one of her hands, leaving even more blood in her wake.

Making a beeline for the buffet, she once again ignored that she was stepping on spikes the whole way and that she was leaving bloody footprints, from her own blood, again. She was limping a bit because of how hard she hit her leg getting off of the table, but moving through that level of pain wasn't a problem. By the time she got to the buffet most of the wounds on her legs were starting to close up anyway. Once at the buffet, she used her non-bloody hand to grab another buffalo wing to eat and her bloodied hand to grab a handful of noodles.

"You know," she started talking with her mouth half full again. "That dragon all over the floor was the last thing to try to get between my and my lunch. You sure you want to try me kid?"

Her words made it sound like a threat, but the grin on her face and her playful tone made it sound more like a taunt. Academy staff were supposed to fight students, so she had little doubt he was going to do something. She was eager to see what he was made out of. Without waiting for a response, she threw the noodles in her hand straight up. She intentionally picked these ones because they had kind of a sticky sauce that would get stuck to the ceiling. If she was lucky, she figured maybe half the noodles would stay stuck while the other half would fall to the floor.

"Trying?" Diana raised an eyebrow. "I was just trying to eat my lunch, what makes you think I've been trying?"

Seriously, what was with people and thinking she was doing more than just provoking them today? She didn't do much damage to the snake lady or the dragon and yet the snake lady thought she was out to kill both of them or something. Now this guy thought she was trying to fight even though her actions so far consisted on walking to a table through spikes, eating food, and throwing some noodles around. How could he even interpret that as trying? It seemed more likely that he wasn't and was just kind of saying stuff to sound tough, but whatever. Mages took everything so seriously, it was kind of embarrassing.

But it did mean something interesting. It meant he was actually trying and this was probably an accurate display of his power. This display also revealed some interesting things about his power then. If he was trying, then why did he stop trying to attack her? And why were only the noodles on the ceiling being cleaned up? Now she was just curious. How did his power work? What could he actually do? And further, given the right circumstances, what would he do? Diana looked up at the ceiling at him and grinned. At that moment, he'd feel his fury amplified. She didn't know exactly how much she'd amplify it by, she just knew that anything that was already strong would shoot off to ridiculous levels of strong, and anything that was weak would only be amplified a little bit. The kid seemed pretty mad, so she hoped it'd get a pretty good reaction out of him. People did ridiculous things when they were mad.

She didn't have too much time to think about it though because the kid was trying to trap her again. Slowly. Diana grabbed a handful of buffalo wings and shoved them in her pocket. It meant they wouldn't be very clean, but she was hungry enough to not care too much right now. As she jumped away, she ate one of them, chewing as she landed on the spikes again. She'd eaten a fair amount of food now, so it seemed unlikely that she would starve to death in the middle of battle as long as she didn't push it too hard.

"You call me a walking biohazard, but I think you're making a bigger mess than I am right now. I just wanted to eat my lunch and then shower, you know so I wouldn't be a walking biohazard anymore, and then you went and did all this. Now I'm tracking more blood than I would have otherwise and this place barely even looks like the cafeteria anymore."

Diana stood around awkwardly, leaning against his dome around the buffet. She took this opportunity to stuff a few more buffalo wings into her mouth, though they weren't as good and had a bit of blood on them from being in her pocket. Nothing. Was he the type to retreat when he got really angry? That would be disappointing. She couldn't even get at the buffet easily. If he was going to leave he should at least have the decency to open that up again. She sighed and poked at the dome with her spear while nibbling on more buffalo wings. Metal. It'd be hard to break, but she could probably manage it if she tried hard enough. She stood up, stretched, rolled her neck, and got ready to try to break through the dome, but she stopped before she started amplifying her abilities.

She wasn't from the 21st century, but she'd been there enough times that she knew a lot of their customs. If someone felt the need to install a loud alarm coupled with a bright red flashing light then something bad could happen. If they were actually activated then that was a sign that there was something seriously wrong and anyone that didn't want to die should probably get as far away from that light as possible. So he was doing something, just something big that took a little bit of time to setup. When he didn't feel the need to taunt her again she was worried he left, but she was glad to see that wasn't the case. Glad enough to start grinning again. As much as she wanted to see the show, she had enough sense of self-preservation to skip it and immediately bolted for the door. Unfortunately, it was on the other side of the cafeteria and she wasn't nearly fast enough.

The boiling water hit her back with enough force to knock her off her feet and get her caught up in its current. She yelped as her entire body was submerged and burning. Burns were one of those things that her power healed quickly, so it wasn't as bad as it could be, but her skin was still being peeled away at an alarming rate. And that said nothing about the shrapnel embedding itself into her limbs. A particularly large one hit an artery in her leg, making the water around her turn dark red. The current slammed her into the far wall of the cafeteria, and then slammed a table into her back. Once the water pressure died down, she slid off the wall like a bug on a windshield and lied motionless on the floor, continuing to bleed into the floor while her body put itself back together.

It took a couple of minutes before she started stirring, and a good thirty seconds after that before she sat up again. Her body protested every movement and her clothes were sticking to her burns uncomfortably, but she was used to ignoring that. She wasted no time in getting the debris out of her body so that it could start healing properly, even before surveying the damage the rest of the cafeteria sustained. Once she did, she started laughing. Strongly and loudly at first, but that just made her wheeze as her body let her know its displeasure with that.

"Holy shit," she continued laughing weakly. "Okay, that was pretty cool. I think you got the cafeteria better than you got me though. 'Cause I probably won't be feeling this for more than an hour. I swear you're the worst janitor."