Chapter 87 Dorm war 2

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The white line traced a perfect arc through Noah's vision, and instinct kicked in before conscious thought. He'd seen these lines before – precursors to danger, though he'd never told anyone about them. This one screamed immediate threat. His body was already moving as the massive rock came hurtling through the space his head had occupied a split second before. No room to dodge in the narrow hallway – but maybe he didn't need to. Noah leaped backward, timing his jump to match the rock's trajectory. For a moment, he was parallel to the projectile, close enough to feel its rough surface brush his uniform. He tucked into a roll, using the rock's momentum to guide his own motion, spinning over it in a fluid arc that ended with him landing in a crouch while the rock crashed through the window behind him.@@@@ "What the hell?" The 1C student at the other end of the hall gaped, his hands still positioned from throwing the rock. "How did you—" Noah didn't wait for him to finish. Years of backyard fights had taught him one crucial lesson: never let them finish their sentences. He launched forward, noting how the student's skin took on a granite-like texture. Geo-manipulation with body hardening – dangerous, but predictable. The geo-user threw a punch, his stone-covered fist whistling through the air. Another white line appeared, and Noah slipped inside the attack's arc. Barrack rule number two: get close to ranged fighters. His counter was a quick combination – jab to test the stone armor, cross to make the opponent block, then a swift hook to the liver where the stone coverage looked thinnest. The geo-user grunted, stone armor cracking slightly. He tried to create distance, probably to use his earth manipulation again, but Noah stayed in close. Every attempted rock throw was interrupted by precise strikes to vulnerable points – joints, throat, solar plexus. The stone armor was strong, but it couldn't cover everything at once. Finally, a clean uppercut connected with the student's jaw just as he was trying to speak (probably to announce some special move – they always did that). His eyes rolled back, stone armor crumbling as he slumped. Noah had no time to catch his breath. The commotion had drawn attention, and suddenly the hallway was filling with more students. Two more 1C students charged in, one generating what looked like acid from his hands while the other's arms transformed into metallic blades. 'Great,' Noah thought, falling into a defensive stance. 'Because this wasn't complicated enough.' The acid-user attacked first, spraying a wide arc that forced Noah to dive forward – right into the blade-user's range. White lines danced across his vision, showing multiple cutting arcs. He moved through them like a deadly dance, each motion precise. These lines had saved his life more times than he could count, though he still had no idea why he saw them or what they really were. A blade whispered past his ear as he ducked, retaliating with a sweep kick that took his opponent's legs out. The acid-user tried to capitalize, but Noah rolled toward him rather than away – another Barrack rule: do the unexpected. He came up inside the acid-user's guard, grabbed his uniform, and used the momentum to throw him into his blade-armed friend. They untangled themselves quickly, but now Noah had positioned them so they had to be careful not to hit each other. He pressed the advantage, keeping them off balance with quick strikes and constant movement. The blade-user overextended, and Noah grabbed his arm, using it to parry an acid spray before delivering a precise strike to a nerve cluster. One down. The acid-user backed away, looking nervous. "You're that guy from 1B, right? The quiet one?" Noah answered with a rush forward, ducking under a desperate acid spray. Two strikes to the solar plexus, an elbow to the temple, and another opponent down. He was breathing harder now, but still in control. Training and the system rewards had built his stamina well beyond normal levels. He needed it, because more students were arriving, drawn by the sounds of combat. A boy with sonic powers tried to shatter his eardrums, but Noah had already moved before the white line could fully form, closing the distance before he could adjust his frequency. A boy who could generate force fields found out the hard way that his barriers had a slight delay Noah could exploit. Two more geo-users discovered that yes, Noah could dodge rocks all day. Then something changed. The crowd parted, and a tall student from 1A stepped forward. Noah recognized him – Marcus Stone, known for his "Reflector" ability. Anything that hit him came back twice as hard. "Interesting," Marcus said, studying Noah with cold eyes. "You're fighting without powers. Admirable, but foolish." Noah said nothing, analyzing his opponent. Marcus's ability made him nearly untouchable – any damage dealt would come back doubled. Direct attacks would be suicide. But there had to be a weakness. There always was. Marcus attacked first, surprisingly fast for his size. Noah dodged, not risking even a blocking motion. The white lines were constant now, showing him safe paths through Marcus's assault. But he couldn't dodge forever, and he couldn't attack directly. Think. What were the rules of Marcus's reflection? Did it work on indirect damage? Environmental effects? Noah backed away, mind racing. Marcus pursued, confident in his invulnerability. "You can't win without powers," he taunted. "What are you even doing in this fight?" Noah grit his teeth, seeing the openings in Jensen's form but unable to capitalize on them. A null strike to the throat here, a void palm to the temple there – but at Jensen's current output, any of those moves would be fatal. And explaining a dead student to the disciplinary committee wasn't high on Noah's to-do list. A hook caught Noah's jaw, sending him spinning. He tasted blood. Another strike doubled him over, driving the air from his lungs. White lines were flashing constantly now, but his battered body couldn't keep up with the warnings. 'Can't win this clean,' Noah realized as another blow sent him crashing into a decorative fountain. 'Not without—' "Leave my boyfriend alone." The voice cut through Noah's pain-addled thoughts like a knife. He looked up to see Sophie standing there, her usual composed demeanor replaced by something that made even Jensen take a step back. "This isn't your fight, Senior," Jensen said, but there was uncertainty in his tone now. Sophie's response was pure motion. Noah caught only a blur as she closed the distance, her leg sweeping up in an arc that contained way more power than should have been possible. The kick connected with Jensen's chest, and for a moment, Noah swore he saw the air itself ripple. Then Jensen was airborne, blasting through the dormitory wall like he'd been shot from a cannon. The crash of his impact echoed across the courtyard. "Actually," Sophie said, brushing imaginary dust from her uniform, "it is my fight." She turned to Noah, her expression softening. "You look terrible." Noah managed a weak laugh, immediately regretting it as his ribs protested. "You should see the other guys." "I did. Very sloppy work." She helped him up, her touch gentle despite her previous display of power. "Want to explain why you're brawling in the dorms instead of being literally anywhere else?" "Would you believe I was looking for Kelvin?" Sophie's look could have melted steel. "Your roommate? The one you told me automated your dorm room lights so he wouldn't have to reach for the switch?" "Yeah," Noah said, leaning on her slightly. "I might not have thought this through completely." "Clearly." She glanced at the hole Jensen had made in the wall. "Come on, hero. Let's get you patched up before you find any more fights you can't win." "I could have won," Noah protested weakly. "Just... would have gotten expelled for it." Sophie's expression softened further. "That's because you're too nice." She started leading him away from the chaos. "Though that's one of the reasons I keep you around," As Sophie helped Noah toward the exit, a figure appeared in their path. Blonde hair, perfectly styled despite the chaos around them, and a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 'Oh hell,' Noah thought, feeling Sophie's grip on him tighten slightly. Something in the air changed – like the calm before a storm. "Noah," Lila said, her voice filled with concern. "I heard about the fighting and came right away." Her eyes fixed on Sophie's supporting arm around him, the smile becoming brittle. "I can take him to the infirmary." Sophie's answering smile could have frozen hell. "That's sweet of you. But I've got this handled." The two locked eyes, and Noah suddenly felt like he was standing between two predators. The tension was suffocating – literally, as the air around them started to distort from whatever power was building between the two girls. "I insist," Lila said, taking a step forward. Her usual facade of sweetness was cracking, something darker showing through.

Chapter 87 Dorm war 2

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