A long, toned leg came out of nowhere—
Arthur's head snapped to the side at an unnatural angle.
His body lifted clean off the ground, flung like a ragdoll across the training field.
He hit the dirt hard, tumbling before coming to a stop in a twitching heap, blood streaming from his nose.
Silence.
All eyes turned to the one who had delivered the devastating blow.
Kira stood tall, her arms folded, looking thoroughly annoyed.
"He laid hands on a teacher," she said flatly. "Force was necessary."
No one dared argue.
But the tension in the air thickened—
Was he dead?
Kira rolled her eyes, clearly reading the unspoken worry in the crowd.
"I held back," she added, brushing invisible dust from her.
"He's just unconscious. Send him to the Medical Hall. Make sure they check for internal damage."
With that, she turned and grabbed her own student by the arm, pulling him along like luggage.
"This joint session was a mistake," Kira muttered under her breath.
