Students began moving.
Slowly at first, their legs shaking from exhaustion, their minds still processing the impossible salvation they'd just witnessed.
A boy – maybe eighteen, Noble family based on his torn uniform – stumbled toward Damian with tears streaming down his face.
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I was about to die and your bullet–"
A girl joined him, her voice breaking with emotion.
"You saved me! Every time those things got close, you–"
The dam broke.
More students surged forward, their exhaustion forgotten in the rush of relief and the overwhelming need to acknowledge the person who'd pulled them back from the edge of death.
"That shot was incredible!"
"How did you even–"
"My friend is alive because of you! Thank you! Thank you!"
"I thought we were all going to die and then you–"
