There wasn't much time to think, so Damian jumped straight into the group of students carrying the dummies. For a moment, they froze, confused by what had just happened. Then chaos erupted. Shouts filled the air as punches flew in every direction. The students carrying the dummies hastily created distance between themselves and the brawl.
"Say cheese," Damian muttered with a sly smile.
The group of pugilists, their fists flaring with aura, ignored his words and lunged at him. Damian, however, was prepared. He activated four runic spells on his armor pieces—two on his shoulders and one each on his front and back.
The runes glowed green, releasing a furious gale that sent everyone flying. Some students crashed into trees, others into each other. Several wristbands began flashing, their green bars reduced to three-quarters.
Damian seized the moment, picking up two civilian dummies that had landed nearby and pocketing them into his spatial storage.
