The needle left a small, precise hole in the center of the dummy, which now seemed almost like a mocking scar against the dark, weathered material. The other students watched in silence as Malik and William stepped down from the raised platform. A few scoffed quietly, unimpressed.
"That's it?" someone whispered. "Just a hole? I mean, that's not really… much."
Another student chimed in, "Yeah, I mean, come on. Some people knocked it clean over, and Eleanor and Billy turned theirs to dust!"
The crowd murmured in agreement, glancing with something like disappointment at the duo. To them, Malik and William's attack seemed simple, maybe even weak in comparison to the flashier demonstrations they'd already seen.