"Alright, that's it. This match is done," The teacher muttered, only for him to feel a hand slither across his left shoulder.
"Wait," A voice whispered from behind him.
Turning to see the wielder of that fleshly five-fingered glove, the teacher saw a man with short dark brown hair and eyes that glistened like a solid block of steel. It was Sheek, and it seemed he had come to spectate the match.
"Victor is about to kill that boy. This match had gone too far the moment they started using life-threatening moves." The teacher quickly ripped Sheek's hand off before sprinting towards the ring of life and death placed amidst the circle of students.
"Wait," A hand gripped his left shoulder once more, but this time the teacher wasn't going to let this slide.
"Sheek, you are overstepping your boundaries-"
