The flying kick arrives

Like a meteor bursting through the atmosphere with the **** of a crocodile's jaws snapping on its prey, Ben's kick arrives in, smashing into Chad's chest and sending him barreling to the ground, bouncing off the hardware floors with a thud.

"Take that, bitch," Ben says, rushing to his feet.

Asshole McGee grabs at your throat, but you dodge backward, barely keeping from stumbling over your own two feet. Lukas grabs Asshole McGee by the shoulder, hurling a fist into his stomach and sending him double-over, puke now dribbling from his mouth. Daniel's next to join the frey, hurtling into Big John and... having almost no impact, before Big John grabs him in a headlock.

Well, Daniel never was a good fighter. At least he's trying.

You groan in pain as Tyler reemerges, blood trickling down his nose as his fist slams into your chest. You grab his arm, twisting it and sending the two of you into the ground, where you fall upon each other in a flurry of fists. You swing your arm at him, knocking him in the back of the head as his skulls hits the floor with a satisfying thud, and an even more satisfying groan of pain.

By this point, the other students have roughly crowded around you, some yelling for you guys to knock it off, but more chanting and whooping at the fight. Classic students.

You make your way to your feet just in time to see Ben send Big John to the ground with some impressive moves. You turn, managing to catch Asshole McGee charge you. You brace, impacting against his charge as the two of you grab each others arms, struggling against each other. You slam your head forward, knocking into McGee's feet as he hits the ground, blood pouring down his face.

"Hey! Stop that right there!" you hear shouted at you, in a voice that's far too grizzled and old to be a student's.

Turning, you see a pair of teachers rushing towards the fight, although through the dark, you can't make out whether they've taught you. And then, you realize if you can't make out them, they must not be able to recognize you just yet.

"Let's cheese it!" you shout to the guys.

Lukas is the first to his feet, shoving McGee off him as he rushes to you. Ben, who is atop Big John, his hands wrapped around his throat, hops up next with surprising speed, grabbing a wounded Daniel and yanking him to his feet.

With that, the four of you turn, sprinting off through the school hallways and out of the sports hall.

"Holy shit, that was fun!" Ben yells. "I haven't beaten someone up in ages!"

"You think they'll recognize us?" you ask.

"There's barely any guys in the school!" Daniel says. "They'll figure out it's us!"

You turn another hallway, skidding away as you wonder where the best place to hide. Thankfully, you don't hear anyone giving chase, but eager not to take anymore risks and fueled by the liquor and adrenaline, continue to run.

"There's no way they're investigating this," Lukas laughs. "You get law enforcement involved here, this school is going to be in SO much trouble given all the drinking. It's in everyone's interests to not draw focus on this."

"Fuck it, we still need somewhere to lie low for the time being," Daniel says. "I need to lie down and get some rest."

"You fought well, Danny," Ben says. "I mean, for you."

"Bite me," Daniel answers.

"So, do we have anywhere to go?"