Nikolas snapped, his aura flaring into a violent, suffocating pressure, with lightning dancing around his body.
He roared at the woman below: "I will kill you the very second this war begins!"
"You know better, or perhaps the precious student by your side knows better," Mark's voice laughed through the cyborg's li[s. "Killing me isn't possible. All you'll be doing is dismantling an empty shell, a disposable toy. There is no real loss to me, hehehe."
"Still, I'll enjoy doing it," Nikolas promised, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword with white-knuckled intensity.
"Anyway," John said, sensing that he had stalled long enough for the Headmaster's surveillance to lock onto what was happening here. "Let's start this club war thing. I'm bored, honestly. We were too lazy to organise a festival for our club's establishment anyway. Shedding some blood and crushing an established club should be a lively enough way to celebrate, right guys?"
