With all eyes on the gym teacher, you shift yourself until you're standing a little to the side of your group, slightly to the outside of the surrounding students' field of vision. If it comes to a fight, at least they might not see you coming.
Not that it's not a fight already, although there might be a word that better conveys the one-sidedness of the affair. Currently, Mr. Simmons is throwing any student he can get his hands on with utter abandon and clear enthusiasm.
One of the hurled bodies sends the vampires and werewolves nearest to you staggering backwards, and you're perfectly placed to stick out an unhelpful foot, sending the lot of them colliding, crashing, and sprawling to the ground.
"WELL PLAYED!" Mr. Simmons bellows. "IT'S WHAT I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO TEACH YOU, CHILDREN: SPORTS AND GAMES ARE JUST AS MUCH ABOUT STRATEGY AS THEY ARE ABOUT THE PHYSICAL SIDE!" As if to demonstrate this, he launches a werewolf into a crowd of vampires with a wild laugh. "GET STUCK IN, THEN!" he booms. "CAN'T JUST STAND THERE ON THE SIDELINES ALL DAY!"
Obediently, you and the others enter the fight, though mostly this simply requires you to avoid any hurled bodies that Mr. Simmons dispenses, occasionally giving one of them a good kick to make sure that prone bodies know to remain prone.
It's not long before half of the students are on the ground, unconscious or groaning quietly. The rest have…not quite fled, but withdrawn, still waiting on the edges of the grounds. Every so often, a dark shape moves, or else you spot the shine of a crimson or orange eye.
Dusting off his hands, Mr. Simmons breathes out a great sigh. "MARVELOUS!" he declares to the world in general, and there's probably a decent chance that the rest of the world can hear him. "I NEEDED A GOOD WORKOUT! NOW!" He rotates, fixing his scarlet eyes on you. "WHAT'S WITH ALL THIS RUNNING AROUND AND HULLABALOO?!"
How can you explain things to Mr. Simmons?