Awakening...

The right hook smashed into the face. The victim was sent to the wall.

Weak, too weak.

Noticing a slight change in shadows, he hopped forward and turned around.

*whoosh*

Another hop backwards dodged the stick.

"Ugh!"

The right fist finds contact once more, this time with the abdomen. Almost immediately after, the left slammed into the cheek.

That's half...

He looked in front of him.

Standing together? No point.

Without hesitating, he burst forth and leaped.

"Wha.."

One knee connected with a cheekbone. He swung his whole body anticlockwise.

The guy silently watched a leg wrap round his head. He felt his whole body pulled up and slammed headfirst to the ground.

Left foot forward, right knee on the ground, the thigh muscles flexed.

"AHH!!"

Too late.

He grabbed the head from the back and pushed it towards the wall. The force brought the both of the guy's legs into the air.

*Thud!*

All down.

"Pepper..." he said as he turned to face the girl. "You sure..."

"Yeah," she cut him off, "When he wakes up, try testing him, he would have gotten better. I don't know why, but that's how fast he learns, he will definitely be useful."

"..."

"Anyway, nice work Jok."

Jok smiled back, and walked over to the smallest guy among all the seven bodies.

(Author's note: And you thought I was gonna let Malix win, DREAM ON! My char's gonna be a weak little boy, stay tuned! LOL)

"Filler": Over at School...

Mixy twirled her pencil.

His specs broke again, the second time this week, what happened?

"Uh... Mixy, question 13, the part about..."
"The angle of x is the same as angle z, due to two laws, and angle z is related to the answer by the cosine rule."
"Oh..."
"Split the diagram up if you can't see it."
"Oh ok."

The sound of scribbling on papers filled the room once more. Flicking the pencil over to her left hand, Mixy started writing her notes in uncomprehensible handwriting.

How can he write so smoothly?

"Can you..."
"Question?"
"15a"
"Make sure you do not factorize before you bring over all the variables."
"Oo... Why?"
"That's something Malix spent hours teaching me, I'll show it to you tomorrow."
"Cool, thanks!"

The pencil switched hands once more.

Why does he do all these uneccessary stuff?

Her right hand scribbled furiously on the paper.

"Hey, let's go for a break!"
"I'm for it!"
"Yeah!"
"Ok, let's go." Mixy dropped her pencil onto the table and got up.

A pair of deep, sad eyes were drawn beautifully on the paper.