The meal of violence had been stirred up to perfection. The main course awaited, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on the orchestrators of this confrontation.

Five henchmen emerged from the audience, the bunch holding either the weaponry of crowbars or a bow staff. Brandon wasn't just aiming to tarnish my reputation, but literally leave a mark.

The classdesks were adjusted to form some sort of a fight circle. I faced off with the five in epic fashion. Like a sensei about to teach his students a lesson in the arts, I invited them to dance.

At once, two sprinted with crowbars on both hands. One swung his crowbar full arc at incredible speed, but I dodged effortlessly. He sought to land a two piece combo, but I grabbed one of the crowbars just in time.

The other took advantage of the opening and performed a leg sweep, but using the crowbar gripped into the hands of one of my shoulders, I flipped onto his shoulders, landing a vicious double knee to his neck.

Utilising the momentum, I showcased my overwhelming strength, turning him to a weapon as I launched him unto his comrade. Landing gracefully, I stared coldly at the remaining three, waiting for their next move.

One by one, they attacked me, the three with a staff in hand. Striking in different directions, I was cornered. But, in a shocking display of speed, I clutched the staff of one of the henchmen tightly with my hand. Using the staff to block the other two attacks, I knocked the user out cold.

The remaining two ganged on me, but they were on the floor incapacitated before they could realise it. The students were in awe. Who could blame them?

"Who could have imagined your perfectly executed plan blowing up in your face?" I interrogated arrogantly, circling round my defeated predators, striking each of them to ensure they were down for the count. A staff rolled towards the feet of Brandon.

"Grab a staff," I commanded, Brandon quaking in fear. "You still wanna know, huh? You just won yourself a VIP ticket to find out."

Brandon picked up the staff. The students roared in excitement. "Okay then, let's see what you got."

Brandon and I locked eyes. The staff were gripped tightly in our hands. The rallied classroom buzzed with anticipation as our classmates and seniors alike gazed at the impending outcome, wide-eyed.

Brandon lunged forward. Taking the first swing, his staff sliced through the air with determination. With a smirk on my face, I swiftly sidestepped, taking advantage of the moment to glance at the clock.

Three more minutes... I guess time does fly. Oh well... I better make it count.

Brandon sought for a quick rebuttal, quickly switching coordinates to land a back swing, but I blocked with a quick parry, a playful grin emerging on my face.

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My adversary sparked with frustration, and so began a rhythmic clash of staff. The echoes reverberated as we engaged in a fast-paced exchange.

Brandon spun with agility, aiming for my side, but I danced back with grace, avoiding the strike. The audience gasped at the near miss.

"You're quick, I admit, but not quick enough!" I exclaimed, launching a series of rapid strikes.

Brandon defended skilfully, responding with a counterattack. "You'll have to do better than that."

"Likewise, pal."

With a quick thrust to his knees, I flipped through the air. The light's gradience adored my majesty as I somersaulted over Brandon, landing a super slice that aimed for his head.

He spun on his heel, staff arcing through the air in a dazzling display to deflect my attack. I landed gracefully behind him, swiftly transitioning into a double sweep to disorient my opponent.

Surprisingly quick on his feet, he performed a back handspring, narrowly avoiding the strike.

Not giving him time to recuperate, I solicited the aid of the desk, utilising it like a makeshift vault. With a burst of energy, I leaped onto it, springing off with the staff.

Just as Brandon completed the flip, he threw, viciously, a textbook towards me. I ripped the textbook in half, the momentum unleashing a colossal swing to his head.

He unleashed a powerful horse kick, breaking my staff clean in half. Now opened for an attack, he struck me in the side, sending me crashing hard to the ground.

"Shit!" I cursed. "I guess you've got some moves, boy."

"I'd take that as an acknowledgment, but coming from someone who's flat on the floor..." He mocked. "Oh well…"

He sought to finish what he started. Raising his staff up high, he attempted to drive his staff though my heart, but I barrel-rolled out of the way just in time.

In a display of my acrobatic prowess, I performed a back roll into a handstand, transitioning swiftly into a repeated back handspring. I landed perfectly onto the windowsills.

I swiftly scanned the class for anything that would aid me in my finale of attacks, but Brandon didn't give me the chance to think.

Launching the staff like an athlete performing a javelin throw, I propelled myself away from the predicament to dodge the attack. The force at which he threw it was so great that the window took the shape of the weapon as it caved its way through.

I took cover behind one of the desks, and just like that, we were both disarmed. I inspected the class once again with my eyes for anything that would lead me to fast victory as Brandon hunted me down.

Textbooks... Broken glass... No...

Chopped staff... The teacher's desk....

Wait… Hold up!

He he he....

Might as well end things with a "bang."

He caught up to me, but the desks became the means at which I displayed my acrobatic prowess. Grasping every ounce of energy I had left, I front flipped, landing perfectly onto the teacher's desk.

The textbooks became makeshift dodgeballs. His henchman began throwing, with fierce speed, every textbook that was available to them.

The perfect distraction...

Flexing and dodging simultaneously. I performed a continuous windmill spin. Taking advantage of the adrenaline gained, I flipped towards Brandon, attempting to launch a hellish kick.

He successfully dodged the attack, but l did not relent. I immediately regained footing, releasing a nasty back kick. He flawlessly avoided it with a double sweep to my undefended leg, causing me to fall hard to the ground.

"Just as expected..." Brandon proclaimed. "Even after the whole stunt and show, you are still..."

"Urgh..." he groaned in pain. The crowd gasped. The unexpected had just occurred. He helplessly placed his hands below the belt. I had viciously stabbed his manhood with the pointed tip of the staff.

Why’re you looking at me like that? Whoever said this finna be a fair fight?

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I didn't quite hear you," I mused. “Could you please repeat that?”

I cleared him hard to the ground once again. Raising the staff up in the air, I swung the staff with extreme force. Mid swing, a huge smoke enveloped the class.

Mid-spin at the teacher's desk, I grabbed potassium chlorate and sugar to ignite the formula to a perfect endgame.

RING

The smoke cleared away, and like the eminence in the shadows, I was gone.