บท 130: Cleaning up the mess

Looking at the blood on the floor, the two of them immediately ran over, and when they stood outside the door, they stopped in their tracks at the sight in front of them. Raze was standing there, his hands and clothes bloody, with splatters on his face.

In the room itself, four students, blood pouring out of nearly every hole in their bodies, laid there in awkward positions on the ground, on the bed, and one with its head still smashed against the wall.

'Did these students try to pull a sneak attack on him?' Dame thought. 'With him now being a Stage 2 warrior, they stood no chance.'

It was true, it was hard to call it a fight. Raze had a better feeling of sense, even his brain processing power was faster. He was taking in the path of where they were going to hit and was able to avoid their strikes.