“That was some fight.”
Mycel muttered to himself as he walked into the cafeteria. He flexed his arms and frowned. He wiggled his left arm for a moment, and spat out a shard of hardened blood on his hand.
“Nyeh. Some missed fragment.”
He said and threw it away.
“So, to say, an epic fight. Who’s next anyways?”
He walked over to his classmates with his ever out-of-mind smile.