While Max and Chrono clashed at the center of the chaos, the sound of fighting around them was beginning to fade.
The Bloodline Group students had pulled back, catching their breath, as they let the Chalkline Boys and the Rejected Corps tear into each other. Whenever two of the rival gang members grew too weak or distracted, the students would swoop in, finishing them off together in one decisive strike.
Without orders from their leaders, without anyone left to coordinate them, the rival gangs had completely fallen apart. Their alliance had shattered, and all that remained was desperation.
Only one fight truly held the room's attention now, Max versus Chrono.
No one dared to step in.
Max's chest rose and fell with each breath, sweat glistening across his face. One of his eyes was slightly swollen, his body battered from the exchanges. But his fists remained clenched, his stance unbroken.
