Debeers rolled out with her gun blazing. One after the other, the few remaining guards fell. She was the epitome of death. Firing a barrel automatic weapon, she adhered closely to the “One Shot, One Kill” philosophy. Every time a round left her rifle, a guard dropped dead.
In less than a minute or two since the teachers' arrival, all the guards that had surrounded them were already dead.
The parking lot reeked of blood and iron. The entire area was littered with spent shells, dead bodies, and blood.
Professor Michael looked over his barricade and smiled,
“Looks like the real fight is going to start now.”
A line of masked men rushed at the teachers.
The skeletal man with a scythe propelled forward, attacking Michael. But Michael, despite his size, moved as gracefully as a swan, backflipping a few times, easily dodging the attack.
“How unlucky, fate truly does not shine favorably on you. You have been chosen by death.”
The masked man with the skeleton looked down on Michael as he stood overbearingly on top of the car that Michael had been using as a barrier.
“Unlucky? Me? You seem to have misjudged… I’m exactly where I need to be.”
Mid-sentence, Michael punched the corner of a column next to him with a left jab and followed up with a right punch, sending the falling cement flying at the masked man almost at bullet speed.
The masked man's jewel-like eyes squinted, disbelieving. In an unpredictable turn of events, he was the one being forced to dodge.
Meanwhile, Gabriel Victor had just landed directly in front of the chain-wielding man from before.
The masked man in the wolf mask, almost the same size as Victor, couldn’t help but feel a sense of fright seeing the principal.
The wolf man tried to swing his chains, but they had already been cut through by Sherr from before. Gabriel smiled like an evil menace as he realized the man didn’t have any chains left.
With only his left arm, Gabriel threw the wolf-masked man up against a wall and instantly crushed his skull wide open. In a matter of seconds, one of the enemy's top combatants had been reduced to a stain on the wall.
“Like slapping mosquitoes,” Gabriel said to himself as he took out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood from his hand before straightening his tie.
“Alright, who’s next?”
Gabriel turned around to survey the battlefield. The other masked men, about to act, all backed off momentarily.
“I’ll deal with this one!”
From the line of masked men, the largest one, wearing a bear mask, jumped and attacked the principal with sharp metallic claws that instantly cleaved a column in half.
The principal, who had effortlessly dodged the swipe, looked at the column in slight amazement.
The principal was about to draw his red ink pen from his top pocket when the masked man responded with a flurry of swipes, forcing the principal to dodge.
Despite having the same body mass, the principal dodged his swipes as if he were an adult playing with a toddler. The swipes seemed to get infinitesimally close, but in a fraction of a second, the principal would simply shift his body and dodge the attack.
The masked man swiped again, but his claws were slapped downward by the principal, who followed up with an open palm slap to the face.
With only a slap, the masked man was sent tumbling a few steps to the left. It took a few seconds for him to gather his bearings.
The masked man looked at the principal, his vision doubling due to the jarring of his own brain.
“You are a few years too inexperienced to challenge someone like me, boy.”
The principal said with a condescending tone as he looked down on the masked man.
The man in the bear mask lifted his mask slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood as he tried to focus on the principal. His vision took a couple of seconds, but the doubles he was seeing finally ceased.
“You’re just a decrepit old man!” The masked man tried to egg on the principal while he caught his breath. But the principal's eyes were void of emotions. He had that deadpan stare in his eyes, looking at the masked man as if he was less than human, a being who didn’t even exist.
Almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the masked man lashed out in anger. His attacks grew wilder and more unpredictable, but Gabriel Victor, calm and composed, evaded each strike with ease. His movements were not just a display of physical prowess but also a masterful exhibition of psychological warfare. Each dodge, each calm sidestep, was a blow to the masked man's ego.
The battle raged on, each move more intense than the last. Gabriel Victor, embodying both the grace and ferocity of a seasoned warrior, effortlessly parried the bear-masked man's frenzied assaults. The air was thick with the scent of danger and the sharp tang of adrenaline.
Suddenly, a shrill, ear-piercing alarm sliced through the chaos. Everyone was surprised, trying to understand when another person had entered the battle.
Everyone, combatants and spectators alike, froze in place, overwhelmed by the aura of death this new person exuded. The masked men, previously at a disadvantage, seized the opportunity. The leader of the masked group, a towering figure in a raven mask, stepped forward. His voice, when he spoke, was cold and calculated.
“We have rigged this place to blow. You might have won the battle, but the war is far from over. Let us retreat, or we take down everyone with us.”
A tense silence fell over the parking lot. Debeers, her face a mask of fury and sorrow, clenched her fists. Her eyes blazed, not just with the fire of battle, but with a deep, personal loss. One of her students had fallen in the earlier skirmish, a promising young assassin whose journey had been cruelly cut short. But was it worth it to risk finding out if it was a bluff or not over one dead student when three were still alive? She felt angry and conflicted.
“Let them go,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with a venomous mix of grief and rage. “They’re not worth the risk.”
Reluctantly, Gabriel Victor signaled the teachers to stand down. The masked men, taking advantage of the moment, quickly began their retreat, disappearing into the shadows from which they had emerged.
Michael looked at his brother defiantly, not agreeing with Miss Debeers. He searched his face, trying to read his brother’s mind to understand what was the play here this time.
But to his disappointment, his brother only shook his head as though telling him to cooperate.
As the threat of an imminent explosion loomed, the teachers swiftly organized an evacuation, herding the students away from the danger zone. Debeers, however, remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the retreating figures.
Her hands trembled, not from fear, but from an overwhelming surge of emotions. Anger, sadness, a sense of failure – they all coursed through her in a turbulent storm. The loss of her student weighed heavily on her heart, a burden she had hoped never to bear. Her normally composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a raw, unfiltered display of human anguish.
In the distance, sirens wailed, signaling the approach of law enforcement. But they were too late. Gabriel touched Miss Debeers, understanding her turmoil but also understanding their predicament.
“We have to go. Our window has closed this time. But do not worry, we will find them again,” Gabriel said while pulling out a phone with a GPS map and a blinking red dot.
Miss Debeers looked at him with a slight chuckle.
Debeers rolled out with her gun blazing. One after the other, the few remaining guards fell. She was the epitome of death. Firing a barrel automatic weapon, she adhered closely to the “One Shot, One Kill” philosophy. Every time a round left her rifle, a guard dropped dead.
In less than a minute or two since the teachers' arrival, all the guards that had surrounded them were already dead.
The parking lot reeked of blood and iron. The entire area was littered with spent shells, dead bodies, and blood.
Professor Michael looked over his barricade and smiled,
“Looks like the real fight is going to start now.”
A line of masked men rushed at the teachers.
The skeletal man with a scythe propelled forward, attacking Michael. But Michael, despite his size, moved as gracefully as a swan, backflipping a few times, easily dodging the attack.
“How unlucky, fate truly does not shine favorably on you. You have been chosen by death.”
The masked man with the skeleton looked down on Michael as he stood overbearingly on top of the car that Michael had been using as a barrier.
“Unlucky? Me? You seem to have misjudged… I’m exactly where I need to be.”
Mid-sentence, Michael punched the corner of a column next to him with a left jab and followed up with a right punch, sending the falling cement flying at the masked man almost at bullet speed.
The masked man's jewel-like eyes squinted, disbelieving. In an unpredictable turn of events, he was the one being forced to dodge.
Meanwhile, Gabriel Victor had just landed directly in front of the chain-wielding man from before.
The masked man in the wolf mask, almost the same size as Victor, couldn’t help but feel a sense of fright seeing the principal.
The wolf man tried to swing his chains, but they had already been cut through by Sherr from before. Gabriel smiled like an evil menace as he realized the man didn’t have any chains left.
With only his left arm, Gabriel threw the wolf-masked man up against a wall and instantly crushed his skull wide open. In a matter of seconds, one of the enemy's top combatants had been reduced to a stain on the wall.
“Like slapping mosquitoes,” Gabriel said to himself as he took out a handkerchief and cleaned the blood from his hand before straightening his tie.
“Alright, who’s next?”
Gabriel turned around to survey the battlefield. The other masked men, about to act, all backed off momentarily.
“I’ll deal with this one!”
From the line of masked men, the largest one, wearing a bear mask, jumped and attacked the principal with sharp metallic claws that instantly cleaved a column in half.
The principal, who had effortlessly dodged the swipe, looked at the column in slight amazement.
The principal was about to draw his red ink pen from his top pocket when the masked man responded with a flurry of swipes, forcing the principal to dodge.
Despite having the same body mass, the principal dodged his swipes as if he were an adult playing with a toddler. The swipes seemed to get infinitesimally close, but in a fraction of a second, the principal would simply shift his body and dodge the attack.
The masked man swiped again, but his claws were slapped downward by the principal, who followed up with an open palm slap to the face.
With only a slap, the masked man was sent tumbling a few steps to the left. It took a few seconds for him to gather his bearings.
The masked man looked at the principal, his vision doubling due to the jarring of his own brain.
“You are a few years too inexperienced to challenge someone like me, boy.”
The principal said with a condescending tone as he looked down on the masked man.
The man in the bear mask lifted his mask slightly and spat out a mouthful of blood as he tried to focus on the principal. His vision took a couple of seconds, but the doubles he was seeing finally ceased.
“You’re just a decrepit old man!” The masked man tried to egg on the principal while he caught his breath. But the principal's eyes were void of emotions. He had that deadpan stare in his eyes, looking at the masked man as if he was less than human, a being who didn’t even exist.
Almost like a self-fulfilling prophecy, the masked man lashed out in anger. His attacks grew wilder and more unpredictable, but Gabriel Victor, calm and composed, evaded each strike with ease. His movements were not just a display of physical prowess but also a masterful exhibition of psychological warfare. Each dodge, each calm sidestep, was a blow to the masked man's ego.
The battle raged on, each move more intense than the last. Gabriel Victor, embodying both the grace and ferocity of a seasoned warrior, effortlessly parried the bear-masked man's frenzied assaults. The air was thick with the scent of danger and the sharp tang of adrenaline.
Suddenly, a shrill, ear-piercing alarm sliced through the chaos. Everyone was surprised, trying to understand when another person had entered the battle.
Everyone, combatants and spectators alike, froze in place, overwhelmed by the aura of death this new person exuded. The masked men, previously at a disadvantage, seized the opportunity. The leader of the masked group, a towering figure in a raven mask, stepped forward. His voice, when he spoke, was cold and calculated.
“We have rigged this place to blow. You might have won the battle, but the war is far from over. Let us retreat, or we take down everyone with us.”
A tense silence fell over the parking lot. Debeers, her face a mask of fury and sorrow, clenched her fists. Her eyes blazed, not just with the fire of battle, but with a deep, personal loss. One of her students had fallen in the earlier skirmish, a promising young assassin whose journey had been cruelly cut short. But was it worth it to risk finding out if it was a bluff or not over one dead student when three were still alive? She felt angry and conflicted.
“Let them go,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice laced with a venomous mix of grief and rage. “They’re not worth the risk.”
Reluctantly, Gabriel Victor signaled the teachers to stand down. The masked men, taking advantage of the moment, quickly began their retreat, disappearing into the shadows from which they had emerged.
Michael looked at his brother defiantly, not agreeing with Miss Debeers. He searched his face, trying to read his brother’s mind to understand what was the play here this time.
But to his disappointment, his brother only shook his head as though telling him to cooperate.
As the threat of an imminent explosion loomed, the teachers swiftly organized an evacuation, herding the students away from the danger zone. Debeers, however, remained rooted to the spot, her gaze fixed on the retreating figures.
Her hands trembled, not from fear, but from an overwhelming surge of emotions. Anger, sadness, a sense of failure – they all coursed through her in a turbulent storm. The loss of her student weighed heavily on her heart, a burden she had hoped never to bear. Her normally composed demeanor was shattered, replaced by a raw, unfiltered display of human anguish.
In the distance, sirens wailed, signaling the approach of law enforcement. But they were too late. Gabriel touched Miss Debeers, understanding her turmoil but also understanding their predicament.
“We have to go. Our window has closed this time. But do not worry, we will find them again,” Gabriel said while pulling out a phone with a GPS map and a blinking red dot.
Miss Debeers looked at him with a slight chuckle.
