Chaos had already taken hold of the classroom long before most of the students could even process what was happening.
Desks had been pushed aside, chairs scraped violently across the floor, and the once orderly rows of seats had become nothing more than scattered obstacles as the fight erupted across the room with explosive momentum.
At the center of it all—
Damon and Khaira were already moving.
Damon's body flowed through a rapid chain of precise techniques, his movements sharp and controlled as years of martial training manifested in every motion. A quick boxing jab snapped forward toward Valerian's face, immediately followed by a Muay Thai elbow that sliced through the air from the opposite angle. His footwork shifted seamlessly as he pivoted into a sweeping low kick meant to destabilize his opponent's stance before transitioning into a wrestling grip that aimed to drag Valerian down onto the classroom floor.
Every movement was efficient.
Every strike was deliberate.
