Arlo surged forward, throwing a barrage of punches that sent Noah sliding back for a few seconds.
But Noah wasn't a stranger to pain. He grunted, taking a few hits in order to land some of his own.
A few exchanges later, and it seemed like they were evenly matched once more.
But as the fight continued, it was as if they had become clumsy on purpose. Their attacks slowly began losing the sense of class it had and began gaining the effectiveness of alleys.
Arlo hooked his fingers behind Noah's neck and slammed his head towards Noah's nose.
Noah 's hand snapped forward, stopping Arlo's face, then shoved him back, breaking his grip on his neck.
As Arlo stumbled back, Noah hammered him with a cross. Arlo's nose began bleeding for the effort.
Roars filled the air from the students, but all Noah could hear was the impatient whispers of his shadows.
"Finish it!" They snarled at him. "End this. He chose his side when he chose silence."
