The sleeves of his uniform are torn, his skin is cut, and he can feel blood running down his arms.

Blood. This is blood. This is his blood. This is the blood of a nation. This is an attack. He is being attacked. He was being threatened. No, everyone was.

It hurts. He hisses loudly, his arms tensing and beginning to tremble from the pain. There's one last push, nails gripping back at Gamzee. He's about to move his hand to the other's neck when a movement beside him causes him to freeze in place. It's Oichi and he shoots Gamzee a look, daring him to try something now. Otherwise, he does not speak, waiting to see what was going to happen.

This was not an Exaclan match. This was not a game.