Emile walked up to the two, pulling out his side-arm and firing a few rounds. The bullets buzzed inbetween them and hit the wall. "...I'm afraid I had my eyes on the fresh undies...so flake off huh?" The three higher ups watched him do what was illegal in the room: bringing in a hot firearm. Much more to actually fire it at fellow students. He pulled out another pistol*and threw it at Lance. "If I can't beat you. You'll be forced to kill me. Got it, Bleach bottoms?" He tossed his to the side, assuming a stance. His muscular figure seemed unatural for his age. He had brown eyes with a buzz cut. Along with some pretty nasty bruises on his face.
"He's Black Sun-classed. We are the brats' witness. So killing is allowed. For both of you." The man said, he had a dead serious look with a scar on his left eye.
"Both?" He grinned, getting out of his stance and holding his arm out. Pretending to snap Lances neck. "I bet you haven't even shot a man before."
Tara was sitting on the ground, eating a chocolate bar. Her hoodie was covering most of her face, so only her mouth was seen, and some pink hair going down her shoulders. It was pretty long, almost touching the ground. Once she finished her snack, she threw the paper away and slowly stood up.
She was near Hakel and Lance to hear and see what was going on. "Well since Lance is obviously busy with scar face now, I'll spar with you." She said approaching Hakel and sliding down the hoodie from her head. The girl sounded dead serious, but didn't quite look that way since there was still some chocolate left on her cheek.
Tanay sat on the ground watching everything that was going on. She chuckled to herself when she saw Lance panicking. She got up and walked over to Tara. "I'll spar with you if you want." she said with a smile on her face.*
Still backing up to get away from Emile, Lance accidentally bumped into Hakel, causing both of them to fall over on the mat. "Yah!" Lance let out a small, sudden cry as he fell backwards. Tripping over Hakel's feat, he landed right beside him, smashing the back of his head on the mat. "Ooooouch..." he moaned, lifting his head up just so he could put his hand behind it. Lance just laid there on the mat, not bothering to get up as he stared at the ceiling.
Lance turned his head to the left to see Hakel. "Sorry, man..." he muttered, before turning his head to the right, then turning his whole body as if he was about to go to sleep. When he did, though, he spotted the pistol he dropped, right in front of him. "Ah, since when are guns even allowed in here?!" he asked, waiting a moment before he stood up. He helped up Hakel, then looked at Tara and Tanay for a second, before staring back at Emile. "..."
"What are you staring at?" Emile asked, he was sprinting at Lance*at full speed. "It's impolite." Thrusting his fist, he got a clean punch to Lances' gut before giving him a barrage of punches to the gut. Crouching, he swiped his foot and tripped Lance so he fell back. And for the finishing blow, he slammed his fist into Lances' face, easily breaking his nose. "I kill pathetic people. But you aren't pathetic. Just hopeless"
The teacher peered through the students at Lance and Emile. Motionless, he simply rested one of his hands on his desk, still holding the other hand behind his back. "How old is that boy..." he asked, not really in a questioning tone.
On the mat, Lance laid down on his side, not even moving at all. His long, thick, black hair covered up his face, and it looked like he was only taking a small breathe of air, every couple seconds. "...hopeless?" he thought in his mind.