After the abrupt end to the match. The introductory spar finished faster than a man with a dysfunction problem.
It was not to say that there weren't gossips, murmurings and even reverence once the fight ended.
But you know, that was expected. Especially when one of your mates nearly lost his life on the very first day of school.
The instructor had told them to explore more of the academy, prepare for their first classes tomorrow and maintain the peace.
Dean and Olsen walked across the narrow corridor trying their best not to be caught in the wave of stares.
But it seemed the eyes had finally won. Dean suddenly staggered. His head felt light as if he was about to collapse.
Olsen was quick to catch him. "You've lost a lot of blood."
'Blood?' Dean squinted like he heard something foreign and then he felt it.
His face felt like it was on fire and blood was still dripping down his chin and his stomach seemed to be running empty as well.
