Night fell, but Damian and his friends' adrenaline was pumping. They walked through the deserted streets, heading to the old school building. That was where the leaders of 9thA used to train and plan their dirty deeds.
The building was dark, only lit by the weak light of a broken streetlight.
Jisoo was excited, punching her fist against her palm.
— Let me finish them both off, Damian. I'm too thirsty for a good fight.
Damian smiled and shook his head.
— I'm the leader. You get the vice. I want to make it clear who's in charge of this shit.
Jisoo laughed.
— So don't die, huh.
They kicked the door open with Minho's kick and went in. The two targets were there: Dongcheol, the leader of 9thA, and Junki, the vice-president. Both were strong, with unfriendly faces.
"Look who came to die." Dongcheol scoffed.
No talking. Damian went straight for Dongcheol, while Jisoo was already staring at Junki with a predatory smile.
Damian vs Dongcheol
Dongcheol was strong, much more experienced. Right from the start, he landed a punch on Damian's face, and another in the pit of his stomach. Damian staggered back, coughing.
"It'll be easy." Dongcheol teased.
Damian gritted his teeth. He felt the pain, but he wasn't going to back down. He advanced again, throwing quick punches, but Dongcheol defended well and counterattacked. Damian took another right to the chin and fell to his knees.
"Get up, kid." Dongcheol laughed.
Damian looked up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and thought: "He's stronger... but not faster." When Dongcheol came to finish, Damian dodged to the side and landed a sharp punch on his rib. He heard the crack. He took advantage of the gap and landed a sequence: two straight punches to the face and a kick to the side of the knee. Dongcheol staggered. But he didn't fall. The two began to exchange heavy blows, Damian taking more hits, but resisting, taking advantage of the mistakes. Until, in a well-timed dodge, Damian applied a spinning kick, hitting Dongcheol in the temple. The brute collapsed. Damian was breathing heavily, his face marked with bruises, but with a victorious smile. — 9ºA is mine now. Jisoo vs Junki Meanwhile, Jisoo didn't even seem to be sweating. He simply beat Junki in every possible way. Each punch sunk the vice's face, each kick threw the guy against the peeling walls.
Junki tried to fight back, but Jisoo dodged as if she were joking.
"You're too slow, idiot," Jisoo said, landing a knee and, soon after, an elbow to the back of the neck, knocking Junki down for good.
In the end, both enemies were unconscious on the floor, the room filled with heavy breathing and the smell of blood.
Damian looked at Jisoo.
"Good. The first class is over."
Jisoo gave a s
adistic smile.
"Now there are four left."