The thick-necked student's steps were stiff, his hands fisted; he wasn't kidding, was trying to hurt Sam as he walked up to him, but he wasn't the only one in the room with this idea. He wasn't lucky enough to see where the blow came from when two fists covered with the Yellow Earth Element landed on his body at the same time.
He swung like a kite with a broken string, his heavy body defying gravity until he reached the table reserved for Ward Twentieth. Mel looked up when he saw the object approaching but immediately resumed his slumber. He looked like a lion that didn't mind the herd of gazelles passing in front of him with his stomach complete.
"Insolent bastard, who are you to talk like that after a measurement I made?
