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Well, there could have been less violent ways to resolve this madness. But Leblanc’s methods were at least quick and to the point, the two fighters having been severely inhibited from continuing. All weapons had been taken away and confiscated thanks in part to the efforts of Anton. And as for Gradon, well, he would have been happy to see his fellow cadets finally come to his aid. 

It was a shame he was rightly knocked out, not even stirring as Leblanc made act to stroke his face and neck. Purely for medical reasons of course. Thankfully his slumber didn’t last too long and he blearily blinked open his eyes to feel the ground being dragged beneath him. Was someone carrying him? Wait no…[i]beneath him[/i]. Someone was pulling him away from the residing fight and off to who knew where.

Oh, and there was Esther trailing after him, who looked like she had cried a river. And she was also…half-naked? [color=ed1c24]“Hey, um, Esther? You should probably put a coat on or something-oh. I see you did,”[/color] he said regaining more sight and seeing Viola’s jacket upon the girl. [color=ed1c24]“Say, who’s dragging me? Althea if that’s you, there’s no need, really. It was just a punch-whahh!”[/color]

As he turned to see who held him, he jumped backwards. Given that he was being dragged, it resided in him scooting away and hitting his head on the stone ground in fright. [color=ed1c24]“Ow…Ow…sorry Leblanc. I just didn’t expect…er, you to be treating me,”[/color] he said, scrambling to his feet and trying not to make this awkward. Good thing Esther was here too, lest he be left alone with the trigger-happy salad head.