Blame him!
Gary stood there with his fists down by his side, his knuckles slightly bleeding from hitting the bat. In his current form, his body was still human. He might no longer have the strength and speed of a regular one, but his skin was still just as fragile. He knew it based on the amount of times he had been stabbed.
The students sat there in disbelief, that out of all people, Gary had been the one to stand up and knock out a gang member. Not counting his own classmates, hardly anyone had known about him until his contribution at the Rugby match against Eton High. While he had briefly enjoyed some friendly greetings here and there, he had quickly gone back to being ‘that one kid who had dyed his hair green’.