The courtyard pillars were built using hard stones and expensive quarts. The hard ground was broken up in places and stained with blood. Much of the blood was Winter's, previously brutally beaten against the cracked walls and ground. Bashed and slammed against them, aggressively by Bruce. But now, it was Tyler who stood anxiously, with her hands up feebly holding her guard. Blood ran from her nose and down her face. "What did you say?! Something about "Perhaps your smug look can wash off?" Winter asked through the mask, throwing a punch into her face. She staggered back, groaning in pain. Winter's wrath went unsatisfied, attacking Tyler mercilessly. "What... Is this fucker?!" Tyler thought, slammed by another punch.
Winter's ferocity and wrathful strength were immensely greater than Tyler's mere skill. With effortless movements, dipping out of Tyler's reach and threw a punch at his approach. Winter grabbed Tyler's arm with his left hand. She pulled him in, slapping his face with all of her might. Winter leaned to the side, blocking sight of his right hook approaching Tyler's side. With this swift blow, Tyler fell on her ass, bouncing and hitting her head against the hard stones. Her eyes meet the wall, and the broken hallway window a story above, them. Winter's fist just then met her Discombobulated head. The right side of her face was imprinted on the wall, blood spraying from her mouth. In a ditch effort, she threw blind a punch at Winter. They struck him and pushed him back, enough time for her to get up. Winter pushed Tyler against the wall, as she caught her balance. A punch lands in the center of Tyler's face, slamming the back of her head against the wall. Winter's left fist slams into Tyler's face into the wall towards the right. Then another slamming her head to the left, and then back to the center, breaking her nose with a loud crack. Falling to the ground, unconscious. Blood pooled under her seemingly lifeless body. Winter stood triumphing over her, breathing heavily. "Damn," Winter exclaimed through the mask, exhausted as his consciousness regained control over the body he possessed. "You're Welcome," Ultima, the distorted voice deep within his mind. "Shut it," Winter replied, speaking to it in his mind. He limped to the front of the school. Only a few yards from the crime scene. Elijah followed, furious with the actions Winter made. Ignoring what Elijah was talking about for a minute, Winter walked into the grassy patch by the road. Elijah continued to lecture him about self-control and other topics. However, Winter did not pay attention to Elijah's words, as Winter was more focused on recovering from the bloody brawl that took place only minutes ago. Being a Mage-type Mystic, Winter chose the path of becoming a Druid.
Druid Conjurers are often known to be hippies, and most are. But, those who lived the longest, and have experienced the true wonders of Druidry are like Winter, often using the strength of Gaia, or any living planet to help the natural life. Abilities vary, but most are given the ability to pull mana, and energy from Gaia through living earth. "Can't I just rest? I've been beaten to hell and back," Winter sat down on the ground. "Did you not listen to me?! Winter! Look at the situation you just got yourself into! You're screwed!" Elijah was pissed. "How am I screwed? I was the victim here," Winter asks, confused briefly. "Cyrus is going to beat you to hell and back, then back to hell," Elijah deep down, was concerned for Winter. "Great..." Winter sighed, his head drooping down. Elisha came running over as if he had urgent news. "Cyrus is on his way!" He breathed heavily. "Shit-" Winter quickly stood up. "You're screwed, but I'll at least try talking to him," Elijah explained. "I don't think that'll do anything..." Winter ran as Cyrus rounded the corner.