Although the fighting had all but ended, the Bloodline students didn't let their guard down. They hovered around the fallen Chalkline Boys and Rejected Corps members, making sure none of them tried to crawl back up.
Anyone who twitched, anyone who even opened an eye too quickly, was immediately met with another blow, forcing them back down. Some of the gangsters might have been faking their injuries, waiting for a chance to strike, but the students weren't going to take that risk.
The battle was over. And it was overwhelming: the Bloodline Group had won.
But the atmosphere, noisy and restless just moments ago, shifted instantly into a heavy silence the second Chrono pulled something from his jacket.
A gun.
Every student saw it, and a wave of unease ran through them. Their hearts began to pound harder, not from exertion, but from dread.
