Seijirou's fist crashed into the last masked student's jaw, the sound of bone meeting knuckle echoing through the entrance of the school building.
The man dropped like a puppet with its strings cut, and Seijirou exhaled, rolling his shoulder as he glanced around the corridor littered with groaning bodies.
"That's all of them," he muttered, brushing dust and blood from his uniform.
Rindou adjusted her skirt with an annoyed grunt, then stomped one of the downed students on the chest for good measure.
She took a long breath, her face flushed both from exertion and the lingering ache deep in her lower body.
The memory of what happened earlier in the student council room flashed in her mind, and her face turned crimson.
Seijirou looked over, surprised she was still moving fine. "You fight better than I thought, especially without your shinai."
