Fight!! Fight!!! Fight!!
The audience cheered as the bulbs dimmed, slowly fading into darkness.
The victims stood alarmed in their groups. They saw no other option, no savior to rescue them—freshmen in a world of pros.
Suddenly—
A prolonged lightning stroke, cutting the tension clean in two.
All heads turned upward, careful, waiting as though expecting someone to descend.
[Stop bullying them, Cain!]
A mechanical female voice echoed from above, older this time.
It emerged from little blue stars, slowly descending, conjoined by glowing blue lines at their sharp edges, their middles curved elegantly around.As blue midst added the final touch.
"Just wanted to have some fun with the freshmen!" Cain replied, the smirk on his face never fully fading.
[Stop at once.]
She cut the conversation short with a tone of command. Cain did not oppose her words. He stood silent, like a child torn away from his favorite toy in exchange for quiet.
