"Ya done, kid?" The voice came from above. The geezer was up there and he was shooting lasers from his fingers like crazy.
Since it was night, the lightshow was quite something.
The black immobile ones around us were now dead.
"That voice-" The headmaster paused. "Bronstel!"
"Thought you'd kick the bucket already, Roger." He landed next to us. "Guess, shouldn't have been that optimistic."
The headmaster snorted with a taunt. "Heh, as if. And that's my line. I thought you were gone for good. What a shame!"
Both of them taunted and kept on talking.
They weren't hostile with each other though- probably.
Sigh.
I just looked up at the sky. "There are way too many injured here, what are we going to do about that?"
Even now students were running around with medkits and treating each other.
But it was already night and that meant- help would be awfully delayed.
