Raven picked herself up. "Oh, you want some more?" guffawed a jock contemptuously. She already had a busted lip, and her nose was bleeding. "Last strike, Tilmitt." Cackled one of the jock's cronies. The jock, to Raven's dreadfulness, took out a small but razor-sharp knife. "Lemme see.. I'll go for her arm. See how she deals with that." He hoisted the blade, but just before it plunged into her tender flesh, and gloved hand grasped the jock's hand. "Hey. D'you want me to sick the Headmaster on you?" growled none other than Xeno. He snapped the jock's arm backwards, who shrieked in rage and pain. It was obviously broken. The jock whimpered and howled in turns. Then all four of the jock's cronies jumped Xeno. Xeno was on the floor in seconds, flat on his back, getting pounded. Xeno fought back as best he could. They still beat him down. "Stop!" yelled Raven. "Whatcha gonna do, sissy smack us?" sneered one. The others chortled as they piled off. Xeno was unmoving. "I think you have a lot of explaining to do. ALL of you. Raven, will you please find Rage and help Xeno to the infirmary?" "Yessir, Headmaster Leonheart.." Headmaster Leonheart grabbed the jock unmercifully by his broken arm and pulled him to his feet. "Come with me." He said coldly. The cronies shrunk back but did not have the courage to refuse to comply Headmaster Leonheart's commands. Raven knelt beside Xeno. Why had he intervened? She had been so awful to him. She draped his arms around her shoulders and went as fast as she could with Xeno's extra weight to the infirmary.