(Fuck FUCK this— Agssjdnbdnanagagahahaggahagdhdhdhdh!!!)
The pressure from the collapse then hit him sideways, knocking his balance apart completely as the floor trembled beneath the dragon's weight. He slammed hard against a nearby desk before crashing down onto the brown tiled floor, breath punching violently from his lungs.
Around him—
Students were screaming.
I mean louder now.
Not the earlier panic scream.
One boy near the door was sobbing openly while trying to yank the handle fast enough to escape. Another student froze entirely, unable to move as the dragon's massive jaws pushed further into the room through clouds of dust and shattered concrete.
The smell hit next.
Heat.
Smoke.
And blood.
Si Hon forced himself upward slightly—
And froze.
Because floating in front of his vision—
The messages appeared again.
Transparent.
And yk it, blue.
Bright.
Streaming endlessly across the air.
「ಠ_ಠ... well, well, well.」
「(◍•ᴗ•◍)... Hi King Si Hon wave wave」
