You we’re Denji’s and Power’s sensei and they were quite the handful. Delivering a spinning kick to his lower jaw, Denji drops to the ground hard. He lies in a small puddle of blood, dripping from his mouth, his unconscious expression mirrored in the lenses of his nonprescription glasses as Power rushes to attack you just for her to get knocked away.

"..Uuuh.." Denji lets out a light groan, blood continuing to drip from his mouth as his huddles in pain.