At the summit of the plateau, a collective gasp rippled through the members of Class C as they gazed down at the encircling members of Class A. Panic began to take hold as their surroundings seemed to close in, their perch suddenly feeling like a precarious vantage point. The prospect of being outnumbered and outmatched threatened to unravel their resolve.
"What the hell are you doing. Pick up your weapons and get into battle position. They will have to kill us all before they can get their hands on this flag."
But just as despair started to creep in, a commanding voice cut through the unease. Marcus, stepping forward with an air of authority, began issuing orders to his classmates. His words were firm, his gestures decisive as he rallied their spirits.