"So, uh, y'know, probably an easy enough fix to correct the pupils." Demetri looked up from where he'd grasped Sensei Kreese's bicep. From the icy scowl being leveled at him, he would've sworn he was looking into the serpentine eyes of a spitting cobra itself.
It happened so fast. Sensei Kreese was giving him a death glare, next thing the old man's fist slammed him square in the face. Shock electrified through Demetri before the pain registered.
Operating on instinct honed by years of running from bullies, Demetri darted from the dojo, blood trickling down his nose. "Shit, shit, shit!"
