"They are running away with the points. What the hell are you guys doing?" a lean man with a bald head spoke in anger. His furious face was being looked at by none of the 40 or so students or even the teachers that had come along with him.
"Blackhawk academy keeps winning over you again and again, is that why I brought you all here? To lose?" the man asked.
"But headmaster," one of the boys spoke. "We're still in second place. That's still quite—"
"Second? You think I trained you so much, put so much effort into you, all so you can get second place?" the man shouted at them again. "Do you know what being second means? It means you lost to someone. LOST! Are you okay with losing?"
"No, headmaster," the group shouted.
"Leave!" the man shouted, sending the students away. He heaved in silence for a few seconds while the teachers waited for his anger to calm down a bit.
