Callused hands bruised the sensitive skin of his neck, rubbing it raw as Dib twisted and turned in a blind panic. He could fight aliens, ghosts and big foot but he seemed unable to survive any encounter involving a fellow human. Dib's train of thought was violently derailed as a meaty fist slammed into his stomach. Gasping he bucked against the lockers, clawing at the sweaty arm that held him pinned there. Already his glasses had been broken and he was pretty sure that he would pass out from asphyxiation at any moment.
"You stupid" punch "little" slam "pussy!" As if to emphasize his accusation Torque rammed his fist into his prey's face. Dib continued to breathe heavily, coughing every now and then to clear his throat of blood. He flinched when he saw the red blur that was Torque's blood spattered fist rise for the next attack but… nothing. Despite his lack of glasses, Dib could make out blurs but that wasn't much help in the next several seconds. Torque's body jerked suddenly and he released Dib's throat, letting the boy slide down the lockers to the floor where he huddled in pain. A dull thud landed beside Dib but he ignored it in favor of whimpering on the floor. Just as he'd begun to gain control of his breathing Dib's body was wracked with pain. It felt like someone had kicked him.
Zim glared at the mindless violence. Here was his foe, his enemy, his sole reason for failure getting pummeled by a neanderthal of it's own race. Wait, what did the humuns call it nowadays? Oh yeah, pwnage. Dib was getting pwned. Zim cackled quietly. He liked the blunt simplicity of the young humuns language. He'd even caught himself saying "lawl" when Dib was struck by a particularly strong laser from one of him guard gnomes. Heh. You could see the dirt child's hair burning.
The sickening thud of thick flesh hitting not so thick flesh brought Zim back to the present. At this rate, Torque would completely incapacitate the Dib-thing, perhaps even force it to visit the hospital. A small pout drifted across the Irken's face. If anyone was going to mangle the Dib-puke it would be the almighty Zim.
Decision made, he stalked toward the entangled duo, inwardly grimacing at the thought of having to touch them. Once he was close enough to smell the stench of fear and sweat he paused and looked around. It was between classes and luckily Torque had been smart enough to first pull Dib into a side hallway before destroying his face. Zim was easily shielded from Dib's view by the almighty girth that was Torque but he was being cautious on purpose. The last thing he needed was for Dib to think he'd saved him…even if he was going to kill the poor boy later.
A spider leg slid silently from his pak and the claws clacked together to form a crude club. The mechanical leg moved awkwardly, used to performing subtle small movement, not made for brute force. With a thunk that seemed to echo through the halls, the makeshift club slammed into the back of Torque's skull and hovered in the air, waiting to see if another blow was necessary. The bully was still for several moments, fist poised above Dib's cowering form, ready for the next blow. Zim was just about to bring the leg down again when a shudder rippled through the boy's body. Muscles jerked and Dib dropped to the floor seconds before Torque's body joined him on the cold linoleum.
Aside from Dib's pained moans, the only noise in the hall was the near silent hiss of the leg retreating into the pak. Iridescent pink eyes glared at the shivering boy from behind contact lenses. This- this pitiful thing…this was why he hadn't yet conquered this pitiful thing they called a planet? Zim sneered and felt rage begin to build in his squeeglyspooch. Stepping carefully over Torque's prone body, so as not to get blood on his shoes, Zim stood over Dib and let his anger wash through his body in waves.
Whack. Though he felt no better for it, Zim planted his steel plated boot into Dib's chest several times until he felt sick. This wasn't the way to win. He'd wait until Dib was well again and then crush the teenager in his prime. His revenge would be slow and cruel. The shrill of the hi-skool's bell echoed through the halls. A crowd soon formed around the bloodied unconscious bodies of the two teenagers on the floor. No one noticed the lithe green figure that slipped out of the doors, leaving skool early.