11:34 AM
The 77th of Spring, 1551
It was lunch time at Combine academy and the cafeteria was packed. The students had an entire hour to do what they pleased. They were under supervision, but the school was vast and not everyone went where they were supposed to. In a watch tower, overlooking the plaza, Glen Dunbas and his goons, Eric Strattler, Quinn Lituli, and Durlin Dooney slummed about. The room had stone walls, dusty wooden floors and it was in the shape of a square. There were chests containing random things of all kinds lined up against the walls. Glen sat on a throne made up of chests in the corner of the room. He had glowing yellow eyes and a very muscular frame. To the right of him was a window almost as big as the whole wall it was on. Almost everyone in the plaza was visible from there. Glen was watching his goons ramming two kids into each other. One was Barcan and the other was Duna. The two boys were younger than most of the shiteater brigade making them look like children compared to their assailants. Glen had a wicked grin on his face as he watched the spectacle of juvenile cruelty unfold before him.
Eric Strattler was a tall and lean Duna with messy shoulder length hair. He held the Barcan boy by the back of the neck and the belt of his trousers, hoisting him up. Quinn Lituli was Durgen. He was shorter than his pal, Eric, but he was built quite beefy. Quinn was holding the Duna boy in the same fashion. Durlin Dooney was the largest of the shiteaters. He was Duna, and he stood about a head taller than most full grown men. He positioned his friends and their victims on opposite sides of the room. They had cleared the center of the room out to host a jousting event.
“On three, you’re gonna ram right into each other. Whoever gives up first loses, and you don’t want to fucking lose. You got it, meatbags?” belched Durlin Dooney to the kids being hoisted up like shields. He had a large head, crooked teeth, and purple eyes. At 16, he was a big lumbering clumsy beast of a boy.
The kids were crying. The Barcan looked to the ground and nodded in submission.
“Please stop! Why are you doing this? Let me g-” The Duna boy yelped as Quinn tightened his grip.
The shit eating brigade all gave each other a sinister look. As Durlin raised his hand up. Eric and Quinn raised their human shields. The boys held up their hands in defense.
“THREE.” Roared Durlin as he brought his humongous hand down.
Quinn and Eric sprinted towards the middle of the room with glee. The human shields looked absolutely terrified as they shook with the movement of their handlers.
“MAMA!” screamed the Duna boy right before the collision. His tear filled silver eyes were wide with horror.
The boys' faces smashed together. The bullies brought them back and shoved them into each other again and again causing their limbs to flail. Glen let out an uncontrolled roar of laughter as the kid’s screams and yelps echoed throughout the room.
“I wonder if this is how Isaac the mutt was made!” Glen exclaimed as the shoving continued. This was met by laughter from his friends.
“STOP PLEASE NO MORE STOP I’M SORRY PLEASE STOP I CAN’T TAKE IT!” The Duna boy pleaded. The bullies stopped, dropped the boys, and looked to Glen.
Glen stepped down from his throne and walked to the Duna and Barcan sprawled on the floor. He crouched down, picked up the Duna boy’s head by the hair, and looked at him with an almost friendly smile.
“You’re gonna be my little helper from now on. As long as you do what I say, I won’t ever touch you. If either of you squeal to ANYBODY. The next beating will be from me and I won’t stop when you ask me to. Do you understand?” His voice was cold and unwavering aside from when he screamed to emphasized “anybody”.
The two boys nodded at Glen, too stunned to talk. Glen kept his off putting smile on as he kept his eye contact with the Duna boy.
“You’re being quiet, that’s good. If you hadn’t opened your mouth to me about that fucking Ryker kid and his ophan mutt none of this would’ve been necessary.” He paused as he brought the boys head closer to him so they were almost eye to eye.
“I’m surprised you’re the one who gave up first. You’re a Duna, yet you’re weaker than this tree fucking squint of a shit.”
Glen dropped the boy's head and climbed up to his throne again.
“Clean them up and get them out of my sight.” He commanded.
Durlin kneeled down and began healing the boys with the life element. Green mana permeated from his hands as they made contact with their heads. The mana thinly shimmered as it traveled around the bodies of the boys. Eric and Quinn started teasing and insulting the boys more as they lay on the ground. Glen tuned them out and looked out of the window.
He saw Isaac, Damon, Demi, and Yoki crossing the plaza. They all looked like they were laughing and having the times of their life. It made Glen's blood boil just watching them. The sound of footsteps caused everyone in the room to stop and look at the stairs. The last shiteater walked up and into the room.
Frances Willet was a very average looking Duna with orange eyes. He was covering his nose with a bloody rag and he immediately went to sit on a box.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Eric asked.
“You know that Yoma in the Junior class? I nabbed her shades just to mess with her. I was only playing around then Isaac popped up, beat the shit outta me then told everyone around that Glen is dick sucking retard.” Frances said before he blew his nose into the rag.
The boys were done being healed and Durlin motioned them out of the room silently.
Glen got up and jumped off his throne. Using the wind element, he floated across the room. White semi translucent mana coated the parts of Glen’s body that faced the ground. He landed right in front of Frances then grabbed him by the neck hoisting him up. His skin turned gray and scales of rock began forming all around him as he channeled his stone element. Frances continued covering his nosed as he struggled to breathe.
“What the fuck good are you, Frances. Having someone so damn weak around is fucking embarrassing.” Growled Glen. He threw Frances back down and the bloody Duna boy began to cough.
“That’s not fair, Glen. We’ve all been dodging them lately. They aren’t weak and even when we’ve got you they just don’t go down.” Eric said timidly.
“If any of you were even close to as strong as I am, we could've ended this exhausting back and forth ages ago.” Glen said.
Quinn perked up and walked in the middle of the room. “What about their sister? She’s cute, why don’t we get a piece of that as pay ba-”
Glen released his rock form and walked over. He walloped an uppercut to Quinn’s gut so hard his feet left the ground. Wind element mana spun with the movements of his body, generating speed and torque. “You wanna go after a girl? What kind of sick, weak, sack of shit are you? If I ever hear some stupid shit like that come out of your mouth again I'll wring the blood out of your body like it’s a wet rag.”
Quinn threw up in a bow to Glen, chief of the shit eating brigade. The room was silent as Glen’s dominance permeated throughout the room.
“What do we do then, boss? We can’t just keep letting people run their mouths like this.” Durlin asked.
Glen sighed and punched a wall with his stone element. The wall cracked and left a fist mark. “We’re gonna fight them again. Today. We’ll catch them on their way home in the market district, push them into that alleyway by that Argit restaurant, and teach them a lesson.”
His goons were nervous, but they were also too scared of Glen to show it.
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