The entirety of the first-year students from the blue dorms were behind Braydon, watching with interest. Like most teens, their eyes were locked onto the drama with no intention of getting between them.
In fact, there were a few within their ranks who chose to do the opposite.
"Shut his big mouth up Braydon!" a boy with red hair shouted.
"Yeah! Teach him a lesson." Another chimed in.
Their shouts seemed to bolster Braydon's confidence, causing him to puff out his chest and inch closer towards Michael. It was clear that he was gearing up to fight—disregarding any consequences that might arise.
So typical of nobles… Michael lamented, watching the hot-headed youth with pity.
People of noble status could often avoid responsibility with mere words or a few greased palms. Children of such families were conditioned to such fallacy. So long as it didn't cross a certain line, they were free to do whatever they pleased.
