The entire war zone immediately fell silent. Every student and faculty member stopped what they were doing to watch the disaster unfold.
The bomb peaked several hundred feet in the air and then whistled downward, slamming into the roof directly above the principal's office.
Orica had been right. It wasn't a paint bomb.
The building was suddenly covered in a thick sheet of ice revealing the properties of the gadget.
I cringed "Ok it's not that bad he just needs a couple of ice picks ".
"Hey aren't those fire-breathing dragon eggs for lunch tomorrow being stored next to the principal's office?" snorted Ores.
Hundreds of loud roars were heard and a large chunk was blown out of the building. Scorched Bricks and tiles flew through the air as the baby dragons made their escape after the rapid temperature drop caused their shells to crack.
When the smoke cleared there was a 10-meter divot where the principal's office had been.
I cringed and looked to Orica. "What's the chance that the principal was up there?"
"Well, he's supposed to be down here in the reviewing stands," Orica said. "But the chances of the principal being in the right place at the right time aren't usually very good."
A howl of rage suddenly echoed from the blast site.
I raised the binoculars and saw the principal stagger out of the remains of his office bathroom. His clothes were burnt and a toilet seat was around his neck, but he appeared to be all right. Enraged, but all right.
"Who is responsible for this?" he bellowed. "Find them and bring them to me!"
Ozo and Orica looked at me with genuine concern in their eyes. Ores, however, couldn't hide his glee. "Oooh," he taunted. "OJ, you're in trouble!"
And for once, I knew Ores was actually right.
