Baroq swung the bathroom door shut, the hydraulic hinge hissing as it sealed Lancet inside with the five students who had made his first week at the Academy a living hell.
The bathroom, even as large as it was, suddenly felt suffocatingly small.
Kallan Kallahan cracked his knuckles as he stepped forward. The lightning continued to sizzle across his fists and his hand, shining a light on the sadistic grin on his face.
He wanted to hurt Lancet.
Lancet took a slow step back, his shoes squeaking against the wet tiles. "What the hell do you guys want?"
"Nothing else but beating your ass," Kallan chuckled, fanning out his group to block the door. "It's a good thing you picked such a spacious bathroom, Slum Rat. It gives us more than enough space to hurl you around."
"Yeah," Stacey Blue chimed in, tossing her perfectly styled hair over her shoulder. "Plenty of hard ceramic to scrape your face against."
