School Days: Anthology

Fighting... Is something I’m not very adept at.

This was literally, painfully clear as a man slammed me against the wall. I am not suited for the front lines, everyone knows that, even the man beating the snot out of me knows of it. Which is probably why he attacked me. I don't belong in a campus brawl, instead I should be back at the group's classroom planning strategic maneuvers, or at least nearby the fight relaying tactical information for the group's next plan of action.

"Where is he?" He demanded, throwing me to the ground and delivering a sharp kick to my stomach. As usual I let out a grunt from the pain, and curled up on the ground, but as the fight dragged on I noticed a few things. One of those things is that the way the huge man dresses tell me he’s either an Italian tourist, or is a student from one of those Italian gangs.

"I don’t know who you’re- guh!" Another kick. I didn't even know why I even bothered. It's clear talking is going to get me no where, but I at least have to try something. Soon enough another kick is being sent over to me, but this time I quickly lunged for his leg, and held on to it. Out of desperation I used the leg to quickly aid me by using it to climb to my feet, but to only feel another blow to my head, falling to the side this time. Another thing I was quick to take notice of, is that I saw other people dressed like the huge man behind him, clearly they’re on his side. Many other people around us is already running away from the area, as they probably didn't want to get involve in this violent confrontation. They're smart, and very lucky.

He envied them.

Of course there were some dumb asses lurking around, but they were either too scared or didn't care enough to do anything to help me, so I was on my own. Some were obviously just here to watch how the fight goes. I scrambled backwards, rolling over before the man sent another boot into my stomach, and quickly jumping back onto my shaky feet. How could the others back at class handle these sort of things? Even more how could some of them find enjoyment in getting into brawls?

He needs to find new friends, or at least find a way to get out of this mess.

"Did you think we were gonna let that bastard walk all over us?" The big Italian man said, kicking his foot into a nearby wooden bench, breaking it, and rushing me with a broken piece of wood.

"EEK!" That came out as a shriek due to the fact that I almost got impaled, narrowly dodging away and avoiding further swipes from the big guy. He had been beating the hell out of me with various objects for the past five minutes for some reason, but from what I gathered he’s beating me until I give the location of the one who got the jump on them a while ago. I know Sebastian and Kabar got into a fight with some people earlier today, but I'm not entirely sure if they're the ones they're looking for. These guys are looking for a single person, not two. It couldn't be Bastion and Kabar.

Dodging at the moment is quite difficult due to me already being sore from Gavriil’s training session earlier today. His idea of teaching seemed to be beating me down for an hour until I learned not to succumb to pain. It got even worse when others tried to pitch in to my training... that Sola chick is quite scary, she taught me how to dodge.

I didn't need this.

"WHERE IS HE!" The big guy growled, rushing forward with the piece of wood, and aiming his swings at my head. I fell backwards to avoid this hit, landing on a nearby bench. Lunging forwards before he could stab again, I brought him down with a tackle to the gut, and somehow on the fall I accidentally got him in the jaw, and quickly sent him into unconsciousness.

That.. was pretty awesome.

Valerian got up, and started brushing off the dust on his long coat, as well as ensuring that nothing is broken within him. "You there!" I looked over to see a Security Guard dressed in full riot gear coming towards me, a iron baton in hand. Had the Institute's security just now got a call of what was going on? With the arrival of the feds the other members of the Italian gangers ran off, which only left a knocked out student and him...

"It's alright, sir!" I said as I attempted to rub away the pain on my abdomen. "I got him." The man approaching didn't stop, in fact, he began herding me towards a corner in the wall with pokes from his baton.

"Get to the wall!" He ordered. "It doesn’t need to escalate any further!" My jaw went slack. He was arresting me? Against my better judgment I reluctantly turned around, and  faced the concrete wall. Compliant of the man’s instructions. Like him I too didn’t want to have the situation to escalate, and I’m not very confident in facing off a trained Security Guard in full riot gear. And unlike Bond the Security Guard can call up reinforcements. The odds are against me, and no amount of planning will get me out of this one.

"Okay, I’ll cooperate." I tensed up as man stepped behind me, roughly placed my hands behind me, and tightly put the handcuffs on me. We soon left the area once more Security personnel came by, and walked towards the Security Center on campus.