Max watched as the sea of students rushed him from all sides. Fifty bodies. Fifty weapons. One target.
Being in the center of the chaos was a death sentence. He knew better than to stand still and wait for the pain to come to him.
No… I have to break through.
With a sharp inhale, Max sprinted forward, straight toward one of the groups, catching them off guard. One of the students, wide-eyed and too slow to react properly, swung his bat downward in panic.
Max's leg snapped up fast. CRACK. His boot connected with the kid's face, lifting his entire body off the ground. The student's grip slackened, the bat clattering to the floor as he crumpled backward.
'I have to keep charging forward,' Max thought, weaving between bodies. 'If I stop, the ones on the sides will collapse in and it's over.'
