MC POV

Ya know in hindsight it's kinda obvious this was going to happen.

I mean you have the classic dumb punk that doesn't learn his lesson and a school that promotes their student NINJAS to attack the new guy as a form of welcome.

So it shouldn't come as a surprise to me that Kade and I are surrounded by six idiots in the hallway and not a single person-student or staff-bats an eye at the obvious fight brewing.

Standing in front of me is said idiot although even from here I can see the shining bump on the back of his head...and the front of it where his face must have met the concrete.

Apperently the nurses didn't try too hard patching him up. I try really hard not to laugh...I really do...for all of two seconds.

"pffffft hahahaha, Oliver *gasp* what happened *gasp* to your head hahaha!"

I didn't break first, I held strong, no Kade was the one to break first, I crumpled soon after. Suddenly we were bent over laughing with tears in our eyes holding each other up while pointing at what's-his-face.

The first blow came surprisingly without any monologuing. Of course that might have something to due with them not being the ones to make the first move.

Still bent over Kyle's foot lashed out behind him with perfect accuracy taking one of the smaller ones in the groin. I move in the same instant taking Oliver in the chin with a perfect right cross.

Pivoting I turn to the goon on the right who I notice has animal claws instead of hands.

I take a crisp step forward and raise my right leg before bringing the heel down and across on his right knee.

With a swift crack his leg folds and goon 2-as I have so generously named him-goes down like a sack of bricks.

I duck intuitively as a large rock covered fist flies through the space my head just vacated. I roll right and turn to face Oliver who has a bit of stone on his chin where I punched him.

"Huh and here I thought that punch hurt cuz of your thick skull."

Oliver grins condescendingly and breathes in deeply, probably to say something he practiced in the mirror all first period.

I encase my arms and legs in pitch black armor, miasma drifts off my body and trails behind me like the tail of a comet as I shoot forward, Oliver tries to step back while encasing his body in stone.

To be honest he probably would have succeeded too.That is if Goon 1-the guy Kade kicked at the start-didn't slam into Olivers back.

Abruptly Oliver is forced a step forward, the surprise also prevents him from completely covering his body, that's all the opening I need as my armored fist slams into his solar plexus.

With a "whoosh" the air fled from his lungs. His legs crumple under him as I step past him, with an almost contemptuous move I backhand his head where the bump I gave stood proudly. I keep walking as Oliver crumples to the ground like a sack of bricks.

As I stride forward I see two goons down for the count and two holding onto an obviously broken limb.

One is the guy who's knee I broke. The other has a lizards tail growing from his spine and is sporting a black eye and a broken arm.

Unfortunately things don't stay all sunshine and roses as my gaze lands on the last two of the goons. One of which is holding a barely conscious and heavily bleeding Kade by the throat.

This one has a long reptilian tail growning out of his spine. So big brother then, the other goon has a white robe on and is crouched over one of the goons on the floor.

Cold fury rushes through my veins and the miasma around me starts to float along the floor like early morning fog.

I step forward as my black armor covers me completely from the neck down. It's lucky it covered me when it did as a bored voice cuts through the conflict.

"Hey I'm trying to get to lunch before the lunch line gets to long so could you dumbasses get out of my way?"

A second later searing light fills my vision and dimly I can feel my body go flying though the air before I smash through something that slows my fall enough that nothing breaks when my body impacts something that I can only assume is the floor.

I really do want to just lay here and wallow in the many pains and my likely missing eyebrows but then that annoying little buzz called my conscience starts to nag at me as I remember Kade who likely doesn't have any sweet black armor to protect him.

And maybe breaking that assholes nose also appeals to me enormously slightly, so I pick my still steaming body up off the floor and walk through the huge hole in the wall I made. As I step out of the hole I notice that some of the students that had been watching the fight were also caught in the blast.

As I glance around my eyes land on a single figure. The goofy shirt is actually a little on fire still although there's so little left of it that it probably doesn't matter. The owner of that shirt however should really do something about all those serious looking burn marks on his chest.

Oh look at that he's got some ash stuck to his hair...to his white...hair.

I'm not sure when it happened but before I knew it the whole hallway floor was obscured by miasma. The degrees dropped far enough that I could see the breath as it left my mouth. Still none of this occupies my attention as I turn to look at the only other person still standing in the hall.

His piercing blue eyes watch the miasma around his feet as if looking at a particularly interesting magic trick. However he quickly seems to get bored of it as he continues walking toward the cafeteria.

"WheRE dO YOu ThINk YoU ARe GoiNG MOTHERFUCKER"