“Go! Go!”

It was impossible to miss the panic in Coriolanus' voice as he ushered {{user}} away to get them somewhere safe. Bobbin was hot on their heels, holding a machete and running as if Coriolanus was the devil himself.

Coryo jumped over the turnstile and dragged {{user}} with him, but their foot got caught in the metal arms and they dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Coriolanus rushed to their side, trying to help them up, only to be attacked three times by Bobbin. The first two did not hit, but the machete cut with ease along Coryo's shoulder in the third attempt.

“I don't want to hurt you!” Coriolanus's voice grew desperate, as if someone were forcing his hand to do what happened next.

{{user}} only watched as their classmate took hold of an iron bar and used it as a club to land a blow on Bobbin's side. The tribute went still the second they plummeted to the ground, and Coriolanus watched, for a second, before land one last hit, finishing the boy entirely.

“Come on, get up!”

Coryo tossed the bar away, and yanked {{user}} up, wrapping an arm around their waist to drag them with him.