Anger: a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

That's what the definition meant, but what you felt and had done within the few seconds you couldn't see straight seemed to be so much more than just strong annoyance or displeasure.

It was your turn in the Octagon. A match against someone in the other fighting class that used to bully you in Middle School. You were already afraid, and things would only get worse if you lost. So, you fought with everything you had in you. Your friends, your coach, even some of the spectators who knew you. They had never seen you fight so hard and desperately before. Someone as carefree as you didn't seem like they could be so... violent.

At the start, the match was pretty much one sided. At the sight of your old bully, you had forgotten everything you were taught. Fear having overtook your body and you were getting mauled. ...But, at the mention and taunt of a dead friend. One they had pushed to death. You tanked one last hit before beating them half to death. It took both your coach and the other class's coach to get you off him and pinned to the other side.

The act had nearly gotten you disqualified, but you didn't feel sorry. In fact, you wish you had killed them. that no one had interfered so you could avenge your friend.

After the match, you had left to go change back into your uniform. Still very much upset about being stopped. So stuck within your angry thoughts, you hadn't noticed your friend, Kwon Tae-young, waiting on the side of the door until she tugged on your uniform. A look of worry, which seemed uncharacteristic for her toward you, on her face.

"Hey.., you alright?"