Lilo saw red. No, not the kind a discord moderator sees when they get mad; but the kind a discord moderator would see on their hamburger or hotdog bun.
The acidic aroma of tomato juice filled every inch of his being. His eyes, his nose, his ears, it was... everywhere.
Drenched in tomato ooze, Lilo could feel a massive weight press down on his chest, along with something long and bumpy get slapped repeated across his face.
Surprisingly, he didn't fight back. He just laid there and took it like a champ. He had agreed to receive the beating willingly after all.
He had not expected however, for it to be nearly as bad. If it wasn't for the stench, he would have assumed all the red that cluttered his vision was his own blood.
In his past life, he had been used to receiving beatings from his father. When he was younger, other fighters in the gym who were bigger and had more experience; were paid by his father to push his limits.
Often times his practice sessions ended with countless bruises and aching joints. His father would fill their small apartment complex's bath tub full of ice water and force him to soak in it for several minutes to make the swelling go down.
Pain was a familiar feeling that accompanied him throughout his whole life. Being slapped around by vegetables was nothing in comparison... and yet...
It was brutal... being beaten down by a fearsome fifteen year old little girl - well I guess not so little in comparison to Lilo's current frame.
If it was for his past life's heavy weight (100kg+), pure muscled, 2 meter tall physique; he would've been able to squash her like a bug.
And even in this disadvantageous frame of Soda's small petite body, with Lilo's knowledge in combat, he was pretty confident he would at least be able to make it competitive between himself and Lemon.
He wasn't about to hit her though. He choose to lose this battle but win the war. It was definitely painful, no doubt. Several bruises occurred throughout the barrage of pummeling strikes.
Under the guise of tomato juice, Lilo allowed his Craver ability to heal those immediately.
A thought from class occurred to him during his beat down.
'Wonka mentioned the importance of learning minor healing magics. I don't need it... that's a advantage I have over the other students! I can just disguise my quick replenishments and heals as healing magic.'
Soda was witnessing himself mounted my Lemon who was beating the fuck out of Lilo's motionless body with a cucumber. Having to watch one self, at least one's body, be dildo slapped senselessly was utterly humiliating.
"What the hell are you doing? You're making us look bad! But beyond that, you did not come all this way to be slapped around by this annoying bitch." Soda's voice was urgent but Lilo remained stoically relaxed.
'I don't why she hates us buddy... maybe she just had a bad day. Plus I did try to launch her through the roof so there is that. Who knows? Her back story might be as harrowing as yours. I'm tired of fucking up. I'm not in the mood to fight.'
Soda palmed his face.
"If this isn't fucking up, I don't know what is. Our food is sacred. Starting a food fight is a disgrace and extremely dishonorable." Soda explained with concern lacing his tone.
'Fuck your people's food kinks. I'm not about to treat your special foods with reverence, no matter how much super powers it provides me. I'm honestly chilling, this isn't so bad. If you want something to change, do something about it.'
"I'm literally a ghost, I can't do shit dumbass!" Soda threw up his incorporeal hands in frustration.
That was that, and the chaos remained intact.
The rest of the mess hall was still a raging cacophony of a food tornado; victims of each assaults' leaving behind entrails of red streaks.
It was a bloody war, with cucumbers for daggers and tomatoes for grenades. If time were to stop, a master painter could capture this historic moment in a beautiful yet horrifying mural of a blood bath.
"HOOOORAH!" A deep, powerful and familiar voice resounded in the midst of the chaos, bringing everything to an immediate halt.
Jawbi, with his menacing bulky frame and crazed look in his eyes slowly walked between the students with heavy footsteps; taking his sweet time while all eyes were on him.
Not a noise was made, not a single breath was taken, not even Lemon dared to move.
Jawbi's silver braids glistened from the suns lights spilling through the hole in the roof, and his bronze skin rippled with each movement his muscles made.
He stopped just in front of Lemon who was sitting on Lilo's chest, and bent down to pick up a half squished tomato from off the ground.
He examined the food, turning it around in his hand while its juice dripped down his veiny forearm.
"Why isn't this in your mouth?" He asked in a cold even tone.
Lemon tilted her head in confusion. Jawbi turned to a student beside him, who was awkwardly frozen mid throw of a tomato.
The student gulped as Jawbi approached him, but there was nothing he did to stop what happened next.
With a single veiny hand, Jawbi forced open the mouth of the student and shoved the tomato in his other hand down the poor herder's throat.
Gasps washed over the crowd of students in the mess hall as the witnessed the unnerving sight of the herder choking and swallowing the dirty fruit as they fought back tears from Jawbi's death grip on their jaw.
"Ah yes, I love that teary eyed expression. You see how much he loves it? You guys should learn a thing or two about how much we love food around here." Jawbi's eyes surveyed the room with intensity.
"Eat this place clean of the mess you've made unless you want to be the next one choking on a cucumber." His words were direct, and nobody challenged him.
In the next instant, everyone was in a frenzy to clean up the mess hall.
Jawbi pulled Lemon off of Lilo, who was still laying emotionless in a puddle of red liquid.
"And I need you two dip shits to follow me." Jawbi's tone forced Lilo's eyes to flutter open.