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[Ren Hilton POV.]
"Are you fine up there? Like isn't this a lot?" asked Blaze.
A lot? I don't think so—isn't it what they say? Like the more you laugh, the more you cry?
I glanced at the girl I had slammed onto the floor; the ground had a crack, and Helga's blood from the broken skull seeped into it. It took three professors rushing up to begin pouring whatever potions they had on them.
Her knee joint was bent in the opposite way too. I looked around—the silence. I always loved this kind of silence.
Where their eyes were fixated on a single person. I never wanted to be that person. Even when I saw it happen to someone else, it was fine because I knew it was something that rarely occurred.
I don't think they're looking at Helga anymore. Not at the professors either—just at me, and me alone.
"Princess, enough," Blaze said. Enough? Enough of what? I hadn't done anything yet.