The Final five?

While the professors were busy discussing what to do, a few helpers had come in, and had brought in a few benches for the waiting teenagers to sit on, while they moved the injured to another room. After receiving treatment, they returned and joined the others.

Right now, the Werewolf was sitting on a bench of his own, since the other teenagers had all chosen to distance themselves from him. Ironically, some had taken the initiative to go and talk to Numba, pretending as if they hadn’t treated the Goat Altered like an outcast. Of course, he hadn’t forgotten, nor forgiven them for the fact that they had tried to gang up on him in the first round, so with his arms folded he was simply ignoring them.

At one point, Gary stood up to stretch, which made everyone else immediately flinch, clearly afraid of him. “I only attacked you due to the assessment. I’m not normally that aggressive.” The green haired teenager mumbled as he looked away from them awkwardly.