"Urgh..."
As my eyes fluttered open, a groan escaped my mouth, confusion itching in my mind as I massaged my temples.
'El?'
[Yeah.]
'I lost control.'
[You did.]
'...And I beat him up brutally.'
Focusing my gaze, I looked at Tristan, who was being taken away on a stretcher by staff members.
An oxygen mask covered his face, while a nurse attempted to stop the bleeding on his wounded shoulder.
The students were scattered around him, including Oliver, Ashlyn, Arianell, and Shyamal.
I didn't know if it was intentional or not, but the axe had lodged into his dominant hand's shoulder, and I was quite sure he would have a hard time using a sword for quite some time, if not for his entire life.
'Crazy bastard.'
I thought as I stood up.
All eyes turned to me as I walked towards the exit.
"I thought he was weak."
"Yeah, maybe he took some type of drug."
"Lunatic, nearly killing someone."
