A step back, only to be changed into a last-minute duck, the Ramshackle Prefectโs legs stretching into an almost painful split.
It happened too suddenly.
A person, someone that Prathamik has only heard the name of, charging at the otherworlder without any sort of warning.
Heโs been attacked before- stray dogs, Grim, overblots- heโs been attacked before, so he can defend himself okay enough.
Not when sheโs the direct target, though.
He scrambles to get back up, shuffling away from the assailant, eyes flicking to and about-
Whereโs a way to leave, whereโs a way to-
Stray dogs, Grim, overblots; if she can, sheโll run away- if sheโs in a position to, Prathamik will try and escape- if thereโs nothing stopping her, sheโll leave it to everyone else-
A chair, lying inches from his grasp.
A way to escape, to preoccupy the enemy, to blind them and run out the back door, finding somewhere safe-
Before she knows it, her hands are gripping onto the old Ramshackle Chair, swinging it to smash it against the other studentโs body.