The retreat to the gym was a chaotic, fighting withdrawal. Nox was the tip of the spear, a one-man wrecking crew clearing a path through the goblin horde. His movements were a blur of brutal efficiency. He didn't waste a single motion. A punch to a sternum, an elbow to a temple, a kick that shattered a knee. Each strike was a perfectly calculated equation that resulted in one less goblin.
Kendra was the shield. She stood behind him, her fire extinguisher a makeshift warhammer, protecting his flanks, her roars of "Get back, you ugly little bastards!" a rallying cry for the terrified students who followed in her wake.
Yeda and a handful of other quick, quiet students became their outriders, darting into classrooms to grab anything that could be used as a weapon—meter sticks, broken chair legs, shards of glass from the trophy case.
