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Another student approached the quarreling pair - a girl this time, it seemed - and tried to ease the conflict between the two; how the girl would stand a chance against that muscular beast was beyond Hilda. But perhaps the student was not as frail as her physical appearance made her out to be. Either way, Hilda hoped, no, she [i]prayed[/i] that the girl had some sort of powerful magic spell she could use to somehow break the fight up.

Hilda almost screamed when the colossal being reached out at the girl, grabbing her head in his giant hand.

Had it not been for the smaller boy in grey, Hilda knew that girl wouldn't have gotten out of this situation without extremely serious injury. With the much larger student's arm now pinned to the ground, Hilda felt some sense of relief. All they needed now was an actual teacher to put a stop to this unnecessary violence.

Then the boy was flung into the air, and Hilda let out a small shriek. Although her years of combat training had honed her reflexes enough to be able to immediately retreat from the table, they didn't seem fast enough to escape the flying plates of leftovers and the glass of milk she was about to drink. Her milk splashed all over her jeans and breadcrumbs stuck to her woolen jumper, and in that second all Hilda could say to herself was 'Why'. It was better than her own blood, at least.

But despite her clothes now being in an horribly filthy state, Hilda visually expressed much more concern for the boy that had just crashed into her table. As she outstretched an arm to help him he gave her a weary smile, before turning his head towards the giant that was now striding towards him. Hilda felt the ground shake after each step the thing took, and soon, she felt herself quavering in her combat boots. And it wasn't from the cold this time.

It was getting closer and closer, and Hilda was not in any position to think of a solution to this fight. She had no idea what to do. There was nothing she [i]could[/i] do.

Six metres. One more step and she would be within his attacking range. Hilda drew in a sharp, frightened breath; in that moment, Hilda would have certainly sprinted in the opposite direction. 

Instead, her battle instincts decided to kick in, and in an instant she found herself directly facing the colossal figure and standing as tall as she could to protect the boy in grey.

Hilda exhaled. Maybe there was a chance she would end up covered in her own blood. Again.

[@TheHangedMan]