thespectacularstorm
Mistress of the Elements
From messaging to this, things were getting out of hand. She didn't flinch watching the bullets fly by but she was concerned how a teacher like him was able to be in this position. Her talkie started to glow red and that was mildly concerning. She didn't have much time to think on it though as she was handed the weapon of choice.
She took the gun into her hands, not like she had much of a choice in the matter, and wondered when the last time she held one was. It was loaded, safety off, and ready to fire. Things were happening way too fast, the whole class was thrown into chaos with Jim getting shot in the foot. Oliver was asked question, got it wrong, and suddenly she was placed into the role of executioner. As he grabbed her wrist to aim the gun to his head, Portia froze. "What..?" She processed what he said a second time as if it wasn't real the first time. "No. The Hero Force is more important than the voice and opinion of just one. If you believe what you say then I'm sure you wouldn't be here as a teacher. There's no way you haven't encountered similar situations as this and you're alive now. What makes this time different?" There was really no use arguing with a drunk man but she wasn't about the shoot the guy. He might have a death wish one way or another but she wasn't going to be the one to do it. It went against what she believed in.
Her hand turned his wrist so the gun would be pointed at her rather than Starr, still firmly grasped in her hand. "So shoot me instead. Don't hurt the others who dream of being useful to protect humanity. Then there'd really be no hope, professor." Their teacher was included in this. He may be an alcoholic from the looks of it and threaten children but he was chosen for a reason. He was still a teacher here for a reason. She'll protect the others because that's what it meant to be a hero for her. Protect and serve as a soldier would, defend the innocent. Her classmates have done nothing wrong to warrant getting shot. They all arrived on time, stayed out of trouble, and patiently waited for him to enter class. Portia wasn't afraid of getting shot, it's not like it'd be the first time. Pain was only temporary after all. Her gaze fixed on his with a serious but calm expression. She didn't tremble or hesitate, not an ounce of fear in her body with the gun pointed at her. All she could think was it'll be worth dying if they're safe.