The two sides test the waters and clash a few times, as both groups found their rhythm. The battle slowly divides into two, with the golden-skinned man facing off against the horned demon with the light red skin while the attractive demon and the pot-bellied demon joined forces to suppress the man with clouded grey eyes.
After seperating and jumping back from a clash, the golden-skinned man sheathed his sword before running forward and the demon with light red skin prepares to receive him. Is this man coming at me unarmed? Foolish! The demon raises an arm with an open palm, and lowers his other arm with a fist. His feet shifts with every step the golden-skinned man took. Whether you come from above or below; your arrogance will find you on the ground either way, the demon thinks as the other man reaches within striking distance.
The golden-skinned man raises his arms as the demon watches his every move. Under the demon's scrutiny, the golden-skinned man's figure flashes with a burst of speed. Shocked at the change, the demon’s mind quickly calculates the imminent attack and raises his arms to block a strike from above. But the strike did not come; the golden-skinned man's placement of his arms, unchanged. Instead, his speed continues to accelerate, until his unprotected head clashes against the demon's skull.
A light sound of cracking echoes amongst the bursting sound of impact and the demon's body rebounds backwards, his body breaking through the scattered desks before immediately finding the stone wall and falling to the ground.
The demon groans.
“Fuck, am I the demon or are you?” He mumbles under his breath as the ache from his cracked head reaches his body and causes him to cringe, his body instinctively wishing for a place to hide.
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The demon with a bulging belly pounces forward, his greedy claws reaching for the grey-eyed man's flesh.
With a practiced response, the man casually deflects the claws away from him before his sword swerves and aims to pierce the demon's belly.
The sword-wielding demon acknowledges the other demon's need and quickly approaches the man's back, his sword slashing to his side.
The defending demon ignores the man's stab and eyes his flesh greedily, preparing for when he inevitably defends against his companion's slash.
But the man who's eyes were shrouded in grey did not move to defend; as the demon's blade bit into his armor and drew blood, his own sword pierced through the other demon's stomach as the defending demons watches the unexpected scene with disbelieving eyes.
“Why? Why?” The demon cries, his body instinctively pulling away from blade and allowing his blood to spill, before he clutches at his stomach, unable to process the situation.
The blade-wielded demon also jumps back. His eyes watching the bleeding demon with cold eyes before they wandered to the source of the large impact that just occurred, finding the demon with the light red skin collapsed on the ground.
“I guess that's my cue,” The sword-wielding demon says with a light voice before finding a window and leaping through it like many of his classmates.
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As Siyu suppresses his hunger, the battle was quickly resolved. Is this fate? He asks himself, surprised at the swift battle.
After binding the movement of the remaining demons, the two Master level royal guards settled their attention onto Siyu and the black-haired female teacher.
“You're all under arrest. Do not resist.” The guard with the shrouded grey eyes says, his tone unquestionable, and his expression unfazed at the gaping wound at his side.
Siyu sighs and his knees quickly find the ground. “I'll offer no resistance,” He say as he places his hands on his head.
The teacher smiles as she also follows suit. “Are you sure you don't want to put up a fight, Siyu? We might as well enjoy this while we can. It could be our last opportunity to go wild, you know.” She says as her hands also find her head.
Siyu sighs again. “I'm tired of opportunities. I just want to rest.” He says with a weary voice.
The teacher laughs before replying, “Oh, Siyu. You forget; there is no rest for the wicked.”