Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

Before Seb fully mounted him—where Jay would be lying flat on his back as Seb was sitting down on him with all of his weight—he took him down by grabbing hold of his right ankle, pulling it towards him while using his other hand to push on his torso. It was all done in a quick but forceful motion, probably even making his opponent have a small concussion due to hitting his head when his feet left the floor.

There was a difference between hitting your head in those wobbly or shaky mats from the WWE or something similar to hitting your head in solid rock or concrete, because if wrestlers from that show performed those stunts on stone or solid concrete, they’d need more than ice or Ibuprofen to remedy that.

In any case, it didn’t take that long before a rain of punches came from above, and even though I should’ve probably stopped the fight when Jay was fully mounted to keep him from sustaining more injuries, I still needed to see what he would do to defend himself and when the odds were stacked against him. However, I already pulled Seb from him when Seb came down on him with an elbow, knocked him unconscious, and cut a wound on his left eyebrow.

Before doing that, I thought Seb would offer at least a little bit of resistance because he did say he had a problem from “Holding Back”, so as I patched Jay up after waking him up, I turned to the other two who were already split from taking on my student.

“I’m not fighting that guy, Mark! Didn’t you see what just happened?! I’m not—”

“I’m not asking you to get beat up, I’m just asking you to try and tire him out!”

“Aren’t you being too shameless from doing that?!”

“Fuck being honorable! This is a fucking fight! I’ll do anything to get us out of this place!”

“Us? You sure about that? And you’re willing to use me as a padding, huh? Why don’t you get beat up yourself and—”

Seb suddenly cut in with a dark expression, “I was ordered to fight three people, not two. I don’t care if you’re backing out but I’ll do what I was told.”

Richmond couldn’t belive his ears, “You prick, I’m making it easier for you and—”

“It’s not about making it easy for me or not. Orders are orders. If you want, why don’t you two come at once?”

‘Is that his problem? Overconfidence?’

Mark couldn’t believe his ears either, “The fuck did you just say?!”

Seb scoffed with a chuckle, “I said what I said. Better yet, if your guy there could get up on his own, add him to the pile. I’m walking out of here with my tasks completed either way.”

“T-This fucker…”

“He’s riling us up but this is better for us. If we beat him, he’ll be forced to take us both.”

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm “You’re not backing down?”

“What do you think, dumbass?”

At this point, both sides were getting more and more heated but I had to step in to clarify something:

“Do remember that eye-gouges, kicks in the balls, hits to the back of the head, etc. are illegal.”

Richmond was about to protest about giving Seb special treatment but he couldn’t be more wrong.

I rolled my eyes as I turned to him and Mark, “I’m not talking to you two. I’m reminding Seb of what not to do.”

Seb followed with a respectful answer towards me, “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“W-What?!”

“Are you fucking serious? We have the numbers advantage here, dammit!”

“Uh-huh. Sure, sure~”

Nodding “respectfully” at their words, technically, what they said wasn’t wrong but two fucking eggs still wouldn’t do shit to a rock. Granted the comparison was uncalled for or was a little too skewed but if I was in Seb’s shoes, my first go-to would be to use any of the “illegal” moves to quickly bring down one of them—or even disable one of them in a few seconds—so I could perhaps have a one-on-one fight, end it quickly— or if the other one was about to recover, CC my current opponent to fuck, switch targets, rinse and repeat until both of them keels over.

Fighting multiple opponents has different ways to tackle them—pun intended—but since this was just an entrance exam of sorts to be a “soldier”, we shouldn’t go too far for our aspiring trainees.

Besides, I’ve already given them the guarantee that I would stop the fight if things were already decided so they’d be free to fuck shit up—but again, not as much.

In any case, I almost burst laughing when I gave the signal because the two dumbasses, where one had already killed two people, decided to do this posturing thing where they’d bait for a reaction and then react to it instead of rushing Seb like they were supposed to.

‘They already alluded to being dishonorable so they should just use their numbers “advantage” to you know, get a fucking advantage for crying out loud!’

And yeah, Logan started cackling when Richmond watched Seb’s boot reach his jaw—instantly taking him out of the picture—but even I was surprised when Mark decided to use it to his “advantage”.

What happened was the moment Seb connected with Richmond with his right foot, Mark came in and invaded his right side to throw a left hook to Seb’s temple, but before his fist even reached the halfway mark, Seb braced his core and his left foot before he drove his right leg back and hooked it on Mark’s arm, then leaning back and using his weight to bring both of them on the floor rolling, taking Mark’s left arm as hostage.

“WAIT! WAIT! WAI— AGHHh~!!!”

Seb didn’t even hesitate to stretch and bend Mark’s arm way~ past its suggested breaking point, but I managed to jump in at the right time to prevent any serious injuries from happening.

And again, I was a little confused as to how Seb was having difficulty from holding back because every time I chose to interfere, he’s just let me and stop what he was doing on the spot.

However, right as we thought that my earlier point that these kids would die in the first five minutes outside, Dumber, a.k.a. Mark decided to throw a cheap shot when Seb offered him a hand to get up.

The dumbass thought he’d get a hit in but at this point forward, all bets were off and I wasn’t gonna stop Seb from doing what he was about to do.

Right as he tried to pull him in to do god knows what, he didn’t think that Seb would hinge down and bend his knees to counteract the pulling motion.

I simply said in passing, “Leave him breathing without any bones broken… But his teeth are fair game.”

“Yes, sir,” Seb casually nodded before his eyes almost lost color.

“W-W-WAIT! WAIT! I WAS JUST—”

Before he could spout more excuses, the moment he stopped pulling Seb down with him, Seb sent a kick to Mark’s torso, causing Mark to let go of him, and putting him in a very easy position to half-mount.

However, fully mounted or not, I did say his bones shouldn’t be broken… but not dislocated.

I thought for sure that Seb would start pounding Mark’s figurative ass from the get-go after mounting him like Jay, but as he already had taken control of his hand, he easily went back to where they left off and popped Mark’s shoulder off its socket.

A few people definitely heard that dreaded pop before Mark screamed at the top of his lungs but this time, no one was there to help him—as even his only friends who were awake: Shirley and Tania, looked away when he was looking for someone to turn to.

And right as he did that, I was a little unnerved by how Seb just looked at me to see if I was gonna stop him, but seeing that I wasn’t stepping in like the first three times, he did eventually got on top of Mark’s torso before making him spit out a handful of his teeth.

It was already difficult defending from a ground-and-pound being fully mounted, how much more it would be if he could only use one of his arms?

But yeah, I did step in when Mark eventually lost consciousness because even if he did his best defending himself and trying to stay awake, he could only take so much hits to the head and not accumulate damage.

At this point, Rosie’s maidservants took it upon themselves to call their very own “doctor” but Kaley and I were just about done treating the three when this stumpy old dude walked in with a terrified look on his face. He didn’t think that the very people who put these kids in that state would be the ones to treat them also.

But let this be a lesson for people to stay in their fucking lane unless it really, really, really calls for it.