31 I Feel Refreshed (2/2)

”I could say the same to you. Who needs seven people to beat up one person-”

Marcus hit Arth on the side of the face with enough force to cause Arth to have a busted lip. When he recovered, Arth glared up at Marcus with blood dripping from his mouth.

”You're lucky that I can't use magic, with what you guys showed for intelligence, it would be easier than putting down my wand.”

This caused Marcus to smack Arth again in the same spot. Seeing that Arth was wincing, Marcus grabbed Arth's hair and dragged him near his face.

”Do you understand now?” He whispered. ”You are not the one in power right now, its me. Now you better shut that hole of yours, before I make you throw up something more unpleasant that slugs.”

Seeing that Arth went silent, Marcus let out a satisfied smile.

”Finally you realize that I am the-”

Arth interrupted by smashing his head into Marcus's face. He then suddenly jerked back, catching the four Slytherins off guard and escaped the deadlock. He bent down and spun around with his leg out, knocking them down to the floor. He sent two quick kicks towards two boys before quickly backing off.

Three verses one.

”It seems the tides have changed Marcus. What a pathetic lot you people are. Why would you give me a chance to fight back? You should've incapacitated me first.”

Feeling wronged, Marcus wanted to howl.

We had four people on you! If that wasn't suppression for you! What do you want? A giant?

The other two boys got up and went to the side of Marcus.

One of them whispered quietly into Marcus's ear.

”Should we give up?”

”Shut up! We can still win.”

The two boys glanced at the four Slytherins sprawled on the floor and sighed in defeat. They let out a mighty war cry before charging towards Arth.

Three seconds later, they joined the others on the floor.

Now Marcus felt fear, his face was pale and he was trembling. Seeing that Arth was gradually getting closer, he started to stutter.

”Hahaha... let's talk about this Kingscrown... were fellow students right? Let's stop all this violence and settle it like true respectable wizards-”

Arth sent a merciless blow to his crotch, causing Marcus's eyes to bulge out. Something in his eyes died out and his body fell as if something precious was destroyed.

The watching Gryffindor boys let out a shiver.

How merciless.

Hermione rushes towards Arth and took out a handkerchief.

”Are you ok? Are you hurt? Of course you are hurt, what am I saying, here let me wipe the blood off of your face. Why would you do such a reckless thing?”

Arth stood still as husband being scolded by his wife and watched on with an awkward face.

It was only until Fred, or George, not very important which was who, let out a dog whistle, when Hermione realized that what she was very romantic.

She blushed and stuttered that they were only friends yet didn't stop wiping the blood off.

Arth glanced at the bloody handkerchief and frowned.

”Wait, I know a spell that can take out the blood. Don't want to stain your precious handkerchief do we? I mean, it was for me after all.”

Seeing that Hermione was blushing again, Arth gave a small smile, but immediately froze afterwords.

He slowly took out his wand and stared at it unbelievingly. His wand was located in the pocket that was located on his side. The place that was kicked.

Arth took out his broken wand and groaned.

He threw the wand aside and went back towards the unconscious Slytherins to vent his anger.