The first person Simyon had gone up against had already recovered, and judging by the scorn on his face, he wasn't in a particularly happy mood. There were five students, all eyeing him up, ready to pounce on him.
Immediately, Simyon started to retreat backward and placed his back against the wall, raising his fists.
"Oh?" Ricktor said with a raised eyebrow. "My little toy has some brains on him. That's only making him even more attractive in my eyes. He seems to be using the wall to stop those attacking from the back."
"Does that mean you think he has a chance of winning against them?" Lisa asked.
Ricktor shook his head. "Do you think you could beat five of these students in this situation?"
