Isaac froze, ceased groaning and wiped his nose. Seeing that Isaac was about to stand, Orwen's eyes narrowed.
"Who told you to stand!" he bellowed, closing the distance in an instant while swinging his leg toward him, only for a web to catch his foot, sticking it firmly to the floor. Isaac swiftly rose to his feet, shooting a web string at the ceiling and swinging himself over the other students to Godfrey's side.
Dale squinted. "I heard he was constantly beaten, but look at that. He's not so weak after all." He flexed his fist, while Orwen tore his foot out of the web, glaring at Isaac with eyes that promised blood.
Isaac flinched, clearly terrified at the thought of an upperclassman with such a wrathful look directed at him.
"I haven't forgotten what you did to me, Dale. You were afraid, so you ambushed me. I thought suspension would be a good punishment, so don't push me." Godfrey said sternly, slowly removing his right hand from his pocket.
