The Principal stood before Adam his face a mask of cold uncompromising fury. The immense pressure radiating from him was a tangible thing a physical manifestation of his great rage.
"I gave a direct order," he snarled his voice a low dangerous growl that seemed to vibrate the very air in the cafeteria.
"I said that this new group The New Warriors was not to be harassed. Not physically and not mentally. And yet you all had the audacity to defy my command so openly."
His gaze swept over the members of the Red Team who were still struggling to their feet their expressions a mixture of fear and defiant anger.
Among them Shreya one of the most brilliant and clear-headed strategists in the Red Team took a deep steadying breath. She prepared herself. She had never in all her years at the United Academy seen the Principal this angry.
Simon who was now back on his feet looked towards Shreya.
A desperate pleading look was in his eyes.
