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The obnoxious sound of a school bell pierced throughout the near-silence of the English classroom. With a yawn and a quick stretch, Ryan rose from his seat. It had been a long and boring school day, and he was really looking forward to just getting home and getting some sleep... well, some more sleep seeing as nearly all of his day had been spent in attempt of doing so. By the time he was packed and ready to leave, most of the others students had already filed out. He picked up his bags and sluggishly began his trek to the door.
Suddenly, a grouping of black things burst through the room's large windows. Ryan yelped in surprise and turned to see what had just entered his classroom, a girl behind him screaming at what she saw. His expression grew grave; now standing in his class were ten black-clad ninjas! [Cheesy, I know. BUT it gets the point across.]
*No no no! Not now! Not here!* He thought to himself, shaking his head. Suddenly, they began running towards him, each staying close to the ground. Ryan threw his bag to the side, and readied himself for the onslaught; it was either pretend to be innocent and die doing so, or protect yourself and blow your cover, and the latter sounded much more appealing to him. Suddenly, the first three ninja's began attacking, throwing a kick here, a punch there. Ryan was narrowly able to block or dodge each strike they threw at him; they were clearly an elite squad. Suddenly, their attacks ceased, and they all leaped aside, a dark gray, globe-like object flying past them and smashing heavily into Ryan's stomach. He flew backwards with the metal ball, hearing and feeling a distinct cracking within him; he was certain he had just broken a few ribs. The ball retracted itself as the boy's body smashed against the wall. He slumped down to the ground winded, but quickly regained his breath and was standing once more. One of his attackers was swinging around the long-chained flail that had just struck him with very graceful expertise, while eight of the others began brandishing their own weapons.
"Alright, then. Don't expect me to play nice then..." Ryan smirked cockily, clapping his hands together. Suddenly, a blue flash of light filled the classroom, from it appearing a very big katana. The light retraced itself to the blade, causing it to glow eerily. He struck a fighting pose, analyzing each of his attackers.
"Well? Are you ready?"
The obnoxious sound of a school bell pierced throughout the near-silence of the English classroom. With a yawn and a quick stretch, Ryan rose from his seat. It had been a long and boring school day, and he was really looking forward to just getting home and getting some sleep... well, some more sleep seeing as nearly all of his day had been spent in attempt of doing so. By the time he was packed and ready to leave, most of the others students had already filed out. He picked up his bags and sluggishly began his trek to the door.
A loud crash was heard as a grouping of black things burst through the room's large windows. Ryan yelped in surprise and turned to see what had just entered his classroom, a girl behind him screaming at what she saw. His expression grew grave; now standing in his class were ten black-clad ninjas! [Cheesy, I know. BUT it gets the point across.]
*No no no! Not now! Not here!* He thought to himself, shaking his head. With intense speed, they began running towards him, each staying close to the ground. Ryan threw his bag to the side, and readied himself for the onslaught; it was either pretend to be innocent and die doing so, or protect yourself and blow your cover, and the latter sounded much more appealing to him. The first three ninja's began attacking, throwing a kick here, a punch there. Ryan was narrowly able to block or dodge each strike they threw at him; they were clearly an elite squad. Their attacks ceased, and they all leaped aside, a dark gray, globe-like object flying past them and smashing heavily into Ryan's stomach. He flew backwards with the metal ball, hearing and feeling a distinct cracking within him; he was certain he had just broken a few ribs. The ball retracted itself as the boy's body smashed against the wall. He slumped down to the ground winded, but quickly regained his breath and was standing once more. One of his attackers was swinging around the long-chained flail that had just struck him with very graceful expertise, while eight of the others began brandishing their own weapons.
"Alright, then. Don't expect me to play nice then..." Ryan smirked cockily, clapping his hands together. From his hands flashed a bright blue light, from it appearing a very big katana. The light retraced itself to the blade, causing it to glow eerily. He struck a fighting pose, analyzing each of his attackers.
"Well? Are you ready?"
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