When the dome fell, they were looking at a single person standing there. He looked to be uninjured, but his body was covered in blood from nearly head to toe. His special uniform had been soaked.
For a brief second, they all feared this man. A single student shouldn't have been able to have so much power in their hands.
Trodding along, Quinn started to walk towards the others.
"Did he really just kill half of the Sunshields all on his own?" The fighters said in excitement from behind. It was a tale that if someone had heard, would find it hard to believe, perhaps exaggerated, and even more so due to it being against one of the big three.
"Not half," Quinn replied, his eyelids now slowly starting to close. "Forty, eight, per…" Before he could finish his sentence, it looked like he would fall to the ground, but Paul was there, ready to catch him.
Out of everyone, he probably had contributed the least, and seeing how hard the kid had worked, he wanted to do something.
