Dante's eyes widened. He darted back, dodging shrapnel as he went. Most of it went soaring past him-- except for the pieces that added a few more artful rips to his jeans, getting lodged in his leg.

... and the one that smacked him straight in the cheek and stuck there. He pulled a face, reaching up to tug on it. "Seriously, dude?" he said.

He turned his head and tried to identify any familiar teacherly faces in the crowd. "NO, REALLY, DOES ANYBODY CARE IF I TAKE SOME MORE LIMBS OFF?"

How else were you going to check?