Mars had a few assumptions about the group as well as his "old man." One such assumption was that the group was so gluttonous and jealous that Mars's group got food first that they had assassinated the poor old chef.
He saw it a shame that their battleground would be the shawarma shop, but he didn't have much to say about it.
"Penny! Take care of him!" He shouted over his shoulder as he barreled through several tables.
Mars was undefeated in the first-years tournaments, aside from a few draws, and he didn't think that there would be anyone who would be able to beat him.
The reason he bore such a great image of himself was due to his unique Shard. Due to a unique upbringing and mindset, he was able to attain a shard that dealt with hand-to-hand combat.
And despite the fact that most of his opponents were swordsmen, none of them were prepared for such close combat.
Above the fact that he was a fighter, he was also pissed off. They hurt the shawarma man, for that, they would pay with blood.
He wasn't going to kill them, just hurt them enough for blood to be drawn.
'What are the chances that they're Challengers? This isn't going to be too hard.' He thought, continuing to barrel towards the large group of teenagers.
Unfortunately, he was going against Michael Erikson.
***
Michael was also well-versed in combat, and he was filled with rage.
'I can't eat a single god damned meal in peace, huh? Is that it?!' He calmly put down his wrap, then turning and standing up, "You want a piece of me?!"
The tall, lanky tan boy didn't answer, instead vaulting over a table with a kick directed toward Michael.
Michael ducked below the kick, which missed Pyralis by an inch. Pyralis then looked towards his assailant with a deathly calm look.
Pyralis probably thought the same as Michael.
***
'We're kicking his ass,' were the words that ran through Pyralis's mind as he stood up.
***
Bell was mortified at the situation at hand.
The three had ran through the entire city to prevent this! But it looked like no matter what, this was going to happen.
Bell's heartbeat started rising at all of the action and chaos around her. It was almost hard to keep up with each individual action in the shawarma shop.
Michael was already engaging in a brawl with the tall boy while two of his friends closed in right behind him.
"Great Lady above..." Bell muttered under her breath.
Bell glanced around the room, gleaning only the most necessary information.
'Michael and Pyralis are ganging up on that guy, blind girl in the back right, blonde guy in the back left.'
'Torm's running to the lady in the back right... there's a girl tending to the old guy...'
'That back left guy is open, he's mine.'
Bell's thoughts raced at a million miles per hour, and before she even understood it, she leaped onto and off of the table.
Bell then activated Creation and summoned a steel folding chair. She then deactivated the ability and started swinging is as she grew closer to her opponent.
He ducked under her swing and immediately countered with a devastating punch, of which made solid connection with Bell's head. She reeled back, her vision going blurry and her sense of balance vanishing for a moment.
That feeling vanished just before she hit the floor, and the boy readied another punch.
That attack would never land.
Bell straightened up and took a step back, activating Creation for the singular moment it took so create another folding chair. After creating it, she deactivated the ability and held up her makeshift shield.
The boy looked shocked as his fist made connection to the newly created steel folding chair. The chair dented and threatened to cave in.
The boy immediately took a step back and grunted in pain, "Ow! What the hell?" He exclaimed, more stunned by Bell's ability to create items from nothing rather than out of pain.
"What was that?!" He then asked, to which he was relentlessly attacked by steel folding chairs in response.
In her periphery vision, Bell saw Pyralis kick the tall boy back into Michael, who punched him square in the back.
The boy in front of Bell seemed to ignite his fists in some flames, which directly contrasted his otherwise cool color pallete.
"I'm not gonna burn you... too much." He seemed to promise as his flames started to heat up the steel chairs.
'This guy's crazy.' Bell thought as she started to summon more and more steel chairs.
***
Half of the tables and most of the chairs in the room were shattered and their pieces resting against the walls of the previously fine establishment.
There was a wide clearing in the middle of the dining area, the empty space was quickly filled with three different brawls.
Bell, wielding two, often three separate steel folding chairs, was dueling Gabriel, who's fists were engulfed in blazing orange flames.
Michael and Pyralis were currently landing a combo move on Mars, who was surprised that he was losing so bad to some nobodies.
Torm and Ishmael were dueling, but she was often evading Torm's attacks, and her own attacks didn't do any meaningful damage.
None of the group were going for the kill, rather, just aiming to incapacitate their opponent. As of now, the only person closest to their goal was Michael and Pyralis.
Their never-ending onslaught of punches, slaps, and kicks were growing to be too tall of a task for Mars to deal with, and he was slowly being driven back.
Bell couldn't really attack Gabriel, and his attacks never got through her steel folding chair defense.
Torm and Ishmael seemed to be stuck in a stalemate, but neither could escape their battle.
In the back of the shawarma shop, the son and daughter of the shopkeeper were calling the local police. Luckily, there were a few officers close by, and were quickly en route.
***
Hilia was an Erikson, but was a doctor first, she had long ran through the makeshift battlefield to the single injured person and met with a girl in a sundress.
The girl had long, fluffy brown hair and caramel-colored skin, her features were simply astoundingly beautiful. And she was also checking on the poor unconscious man.
"Hey there, I'm here to help," Hilia greeted the girl and kneeled down. Luckily, Hilia had bought a pouch for her medical supplies, and she started searching.
Hilia then took a quick scan of the older man's situation, if he had any injuries, and more.
"Hold his neck, here." Hilia ordered with an alarmed voice, pointing at a spot that had been nicked by a shard of broken glass.
She then opened her bag and started feeling around for several items as she examined the man further. There were some loose pieces of debris that would come off in just a few moments after Hilia grabbed what she required.
"Lacerations to forearms, face, neck..." Hilia mumbled to herself as she rummaged through her large pouch. She pulled out several vials of fluids, setting them down carefully before returning to the man.
Hilia then removed a few shards of glass from the skin of the man, one was particularly wedged in. She then grabbed a nearby tablecloth and wiped most of the sauces and spices from around the wounds, including the neck wound.
Hilia then grabbed a bottle of antibacterial solution and poured it on the wounds, including the neck wound, and began the final part. She grabbed a suture needle and thread that came pre-attached to the needle and started sewing the wounds closed.
Hilia then heard the distinct sound of a bell somewhere in the distance; however, she was too focused on giving the man immediate care to notice.
***
The bell rang, the sound echoed far above the scattered sounds of brawling and conversation.
Several figures entered through the door and wielded large, quite fearful guns.
The leader of the group then announced:
"Cease fighting."