It was as though the entirety of time slowed to a crawl as each of the students moved at a snail's pace.
The only one with any semblance of clarity in the room was Atticus, and the instructor who stood by the side with a calm expression on his face, having no intention of stepping up.
None of the students had a chance to respond; none of them even had the chance for their brains to comprehend what was going on.
Atticus was the only one currently moving, and with his incredible speed that left a huge crater where he had previously stood, his form appeared in front of Dell like a phantom, his speed so fast that the air currents around his form became visible as they parted where he had just materialized, the desk in front of Dell crumbling under the intense force.
Atticus's right hand shot backward and unleashed a punch at Dell in the next instant.
