Jethro stared, dumbfounded. This man couldn't be serious. Fight? Here? Now? Against that spikehead and his Silver-Ranked Magmabear? That wasn't a fair matchup. Not at all.
He glanced at the spiky-haired boy and saw the predatory grin stretch across his face. A face that told him that he couldn't wait to get his hands on him. Pure, unadulterated relish. He even started cracking his knuckles theatrically, eyes locked on Jethro like a hunter sighting prey.
"Our first set is Jethro Merrick…!" Professor Xan's voice boomed, pointing a thick finger directly at him. "...and Durn Jacob! Front and center! Let's see what sparks fly when your hallway enthusiasm to fight finally serves a purpose." He shot both hands into the air. "Education!"
