Back at the underground parking lot, the four teachers stood surrounded by forty armed men plus the mask wearing individuals.

“We have you guys surrounded! If you die peacefully maybe we will make the students live.”

quipped the man wearing the bear mask, breaking the tension with an air of mockery.

“Surrounded?”

Prof Michael's voice held an air of defiance as he cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck, his bulging muscles seemingly twitching with anticipation.

“You all seem to have things confused.”

Michael smirked as a glint of challenge and boldness in his eyes.

“It’s you who are surrounded by us!”

With that declaration, Michael seized an entire car door from beside him and hurled it at the armed adversaries. His actions served as an unspoken signal, unleashing a torrential battle.

The forty armed men fired their weapons and a hail of bullets rained down in the parking lot.

“Protect the students!”

Gabriel shouted as he leaped into the air, retrieving a red pen from his top pocket. Taking aim at a group of assailants, he activated the pen, causing a bright red beam of light to burst forth.

Though the beam appeared deceptively benign, resembling a laser pointer, it cut through concrete pillars and men alike with ruthless precision. As it traveled, it cleanly bisected the armed men, leaving behind the stench of charred flesh. Gabriel's pen flashed several more times, reducing the assailants to chunks of meat in mere seconds.

Simultaneously, Michael, positioned as a shield for the students behind him, grabbed another car door and used it to absorb the torrent of bullets. Recognizing its inadequacy, he dragged a nearby car in front of him and flipped it over, creating an impromptu barricade. Michael then uprooted any loose objects from beneath the car and hurled them with superhuman strength. Each projectile struck the armed men with such force that their heads exploded upon impact, leaving nothing but scattered car parts and brain matter embedded in the wall.

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At the same time Grandmaster Sherr looked as though he had teleported to the other side of the parking lot. The heat coming from his breath was almost visible.

“I will cover the students.”

The hail of gunfire had already begun and Sherr was only following the orders of the principal. The students were behind him and a hail of bullets in front of him.

Grandmaster Sherr held his composure as the hail of bullets came and adopted a wide stance with his hand on the hilt of his blade that was now back in its sheath.

As the hail of bullets came it seemed that an invisible circle surrounded the Grandmaster and not a single bullet could make it past him. To onlookers, Grandmaster Sherr resembled a frozen statue, devoid of any movement.

Yet, the longer he stood still, the more guards that were shooting at him fell, all nursing gunshot wounds.

The skeleton wearing-masked man that was looking on saw the phenomenon and nodded inwardly.

‘So that is the one he told us to avoid at all costs. Truly a monster.’

The masked man had discerned that Grandmaster Sherr was not motionless but moved at such an astonishing speed that the human eye could not perceive it. To add insult to injury, not only was he easily deflecting a swarm of bullets, but he was hitting them with so much precision that he could deflect them back at the same men who fired them.

The skill, focus and years of experience it took to develop to this stage was inconceivable. And yet here it was, a man who walked the earth in a class of his own.

Moving in conjunction with Grandmaster Sherr was Miss Debeers, unlike the rest she slinged her rifle on her back and rushed towards the kids while ducking any incoming fire.

Lucky for her Grandmaster Sherr was providing cover allowing her to drag them in one central location and try to administer basic first aid.

Miss Debeers dragged them into a parked van and checked the students' condition.

They weren’t great, but they weren’t too bad to say the least.

Lana was the worst out of the lot, she had a broken rib that also punctured one of her lungs. Not to mention the acute blood loss caused by the wound on her shoulder.

Miss Debeers couldn't help but wince, imagining the pain Lana had endured.

Without hesitation, she retrieved a pen, disassembled it, and employed the tube to relieve the pressure in Lana's chest, allowing her to breathe more freely. She then tore a piece of her uniform and applied it as a makeshift bandage for Lana's shoulder wound. As she tended to her student, a caring and gentle look crossed her face, coupled with a tinge of guilt for letting the situation escalate so far.

She then looked at Nathan. Realizing he was coughing up blood she pulled his shirt and understood what had happened. Nathan had a broken sternum which resulted in internal bleeding.

She used her fixed blade and dug into his chest cavity, releasing the pressure caused by the blood building up inside his body.

‘Good thing I forgot to put poison on my knife this morning.’

With Nathan's breathing eased, Miss Debeers examined Riku, puzzled as to his condition. She scrutinized him from head to toe but couldn't discern the issue. Frustrated, she retrieved an auto-injector and administered it directly to Riku's chest. His eyes shot open, heart racing, confirming Miss Debeers' suspicion: he had simply passed out from exhaustion.

“Still a lazy prick I see.”

Riku, still a bit discombobulated, looked left and right trying to understand what was going on.

“Stay here and protect these two. These bastards have hell to pay for what they did to Natasha.”

Miss Debeers commanded, her eyes ablaze with determination, as she pushed the van's door open and strode out with her rifle firmly in hand.