Ben stood on shaking legs, swaying slightly. Blood still lined the corner of his mouth, and his eyes, bloodshot and wild, glared at Noah with growing desperation.
Then, with a growl, he rushed forward again, energy gathering in his limbs. But he was slower now. His steps dragged, his swing telegraphed.
Noah moved before the strike landed. He pivoted and slammed his boot into Ben's chest.
The Gold-tier student flew back, landing hard on his side with a choked grunt. Dust rose from the floor as he rolled.
Noah didn't give him time to recover.
"Get up!" He roared, his voice echoing across the arena like thunder.
Ben groaned, dragging his arms beneath him.
He stood.
Noah stepped forward and kicked him again, straight in the ribs. Ben cried out, tumbling sideways.
The murmurs started in the crowd.
Another kick.
Gasps now.
