The wooden pole swept downward toward Solomon's skull. Solomon raised his left hand and caught the strike mid-swing. The wood slammed into his bare palm with a sharp crack, stopping instantly in place.
The instructor widened his eyes and pushed his weight forward, trying to force the staff closer. Solomon merely tightened his fingers around the wood. A loud snapping sound echoed through the courtyard as the staff splintered into sharp pieces.
"You are destroying sect property," Solomon pointed out, tossing the broken pieces onto the dirt. "I think they deduct points for that."
[LazyCat: bro really just caught a full swing bare-handed.]
[GamerGuy: The disrespect is peak right now.]
[User12: teacher is going to pop a vein.]
The instructor dropped the remaining half of his staff and reached for the steel saber at his waist. Before his fingers could grasp the hilt, a loud voice echoed from the courtyard entrance.
"What is the meaning of this disruption?"
