After the silence and shock that spread among the people who watched Kizaer's fight with the student who, in the end, had to be rushed to the infirmary, the quartet gathered one last time that day under their usual meeting spot.
Shen had one hand on his face, massaging his temples with his fingertips, trying to think of a solution. Ciona and Joane were fuming with anger, and Kizaer was trying to hide his embarrassment in front of his friends.
"Damn it," said Shen. "I don't think we'll get anyone to fight against us anytime soon." The indignation was palpable in Shen's voice.
"For the Gods' sake, Kz, why did you have to use your brute strength to make the poor boy spin in the air like a top? Do you realize the horrible impression you left? Now everyone must be thinking we're just a bunch of brutes!" Ciona protested, stomping her feet. Every time she tried to guide Kizaer not to overdo something, he managed to do the opposite and make the situation worse.
