Damion's body was slung over the shoulders of one of the mysterious individuals, and they brazenly left through the front door as if the place belonged to them.
Unfortunately, they didn't even take three steps outside before Damion stirred, his eyes fluttering open and his body jerking slightly.
"Knock him out," the leader of the two-man team ordered.
Just as the person carrying him moved his hand to smash Damion's head with a chop, Damion's eyes flashed open, and two green beams of energy left his palms, hitting them on the back and rib respectively.
"Bold of you to think of doing something this stupid," Damion's voice drifted into the ears of the two students as he stood to his feets.
The two masked students exchanged glances, before the leader spoke. "How did you know?" he asked, clenching the side of his torso where he had tanked the Drake's Poison Blast.
"Lets just say I have my ways," Damion replied, the green ring surrounding his eyes dimming.
