My Dear Lunar

28 - FIGHT ⚔️

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Upon hearing the urgent news from Moon, Sky jumps to his feet, leaving his class without a second thought. His mind focuses solely on Star. Gathering his belongings in haste, he notifies the others, causing them all to abandon their classes, uniting in their determination to meet at the Creative Arts faculty. Sky's usual calm demeanor fades, replaced by raw urgency. His faculty is far from Creative Arts, but that doesn't stop him—he sprints across campus, scanning for something he can use as a weapon, his heart pounding. In his frantic search, Sky's eyes catch something gleaming in the distance. It's a long, heavy iron rod, glinting in the sunlight. Without hesitation, he grabs it, hefting its weight as he runs, the weapon clanging ominously in his grip.

Meanwhile, Blue, no less resolute, spots two thick wooden beams abandoned near the faculty yard. Without a second thought, he seizes them, one in each hand, determined to protect his friends. Jewel and Lunar, who had been seated moments earlier, rise together, instinctively grabbing their large, heavy drawing boards, their faces set with grim determination as they rush toward the club room.

The chaos erupted like an inferno. As Sky charged ahead, his grip tightened around the massive iron rod he'd picked up, its cold, heavy weight giving him the sense of power he needed. Swinging it with unbridled fury, the rod cleaved through the air, the metallic whistling sound sending students scattering in every direction. Each hit echoed like thunder, the sheer force of the blows causing some to drop their protest signs and flee.

Sky's face, normally calm and collected, was now twisted with rage. His eyes darted across the scene, and with each swing, he sought out anyone who dared oppose them. He was like a knight from an ancient battlefield, cutting through enemy lines, his iron rod an extension of his wrath. The impact of his strikes reverberated through the crowd. It was as if the very ground trembled beneath the intensity of his attack. He was relentless, and the students who had been shouting insults and curses now found themselves on the ground, clutching their injuries in terror.

Behind Sky, Blue was a force of nature, swinging two large wooden beams as if they were extensions of his arms. His movements were swift and precise, every strike meant to incapacitate. Blue's eyes, usually soft and caring, had hardened into something feral. His strikes weren't random—they were calculated, aimed to take down those who had insulted Star, those who had wronged Lunar. His body moved fluidly, and with each impact, the sound of bones cracking echoed through the air. A student who had attempted to block one of his swings screamed in agony as the wooden beam collided with their arm, sending them spiraling to the ground. "Back off!" Blue shouted as he spun, his weapon crashing into another attacker. He was no longer just defending; he was on the offensive, determined to punish anyone who dared cross his friends.

Jewel and Lunar moved together, their heavy drawing boards now makeshift shields and weapons. Jewel, who had always been the calm and intellectual type, was now fully immersed in the violence. With a yell, he brought his drawing board crashing down onto the head of an approaching student. The wooden board shattered on impact, and the student crumpled to the ground. Despite the destruction of his weapon, Jewel barely paused. He grabbed the remains of the board, using the sharp edges to defend himself like a gladiator. Lunar followed close behind, his eyes wide but determined, mimicking Jewel's movements and slamming his own board into anyone who got too close.

The scene resembled an apocalyptic battle, the ground littered with debris, blood, and unconscious bodies. It was as if the gates of Armageddon had opened and hell had spilled onto the campus. Blood splattered across the ground, mixing with torn protest signs and broken glass. The students who had started the protest were now nothing more than casualties in this brutal skirmish.

Suddenly, from the back of the chaos, a masked figure emerged, moving swiftly through the crowd. It was Wai. Though he had declined to participate in the surprise earlier, something had drawn him here—to this battlefield of shattered pride and broken bones. His heart was heavy with sorrow, but in his hand, he gripped a metal chair, wielding it like a weapon. Without hesitation, Wai swung the chair with brutal force, sending a student flying back. The impact was so intense that the chair bent upon contact, but Wai didn't stop. His face was masked, but his eyes betrayed his turmoil. He was furious, heartbroken, and utterly determined to make anyone who opposed Lunar or Star pay. Wai fought with precision and anger, every swing of his makeshift weapon connecting with bone and flesh. His movements were quick, but his strikes were heavy, leaving devastation in his wake. He joined Sky, Blue, Lunar, and Jewel, seamlessly fitting into their battle, as if he had been there from the start.