Soran? More like borin'. (Soran, Hex, Ira, Mizu, & Friends)

Felix's attempt at a trip fell flat. As he grabbed onto Soran's shirt, one of the kids remaining in the hallway, had picked up on what Felix was doing, and asked if he was sure he wanted to do this. Felix sighed inwardly, the other kid thought he was scared, and seemed to be pitying him. 'Not how I wanted this to go.' Much to Felix's embarrassment, they all knew he had stuttered. He had half hoped no one had noticed, but of course they had. He responded to the other boy, "I know what I'm doing." Felix lied, he could already feel himself losing his nerve.

He couldn't help but feel awkward and not entirely himself. Going out of his way to provoke fights? That wasn't his thing, and personally he didn't plan on it becoming a thing. Next time he'd think of a different way to go about this. But for now, he would deal with the hand he'd been dealt. Suddenly Felix's attention was brought back to Soran, when a crushing pain in his wrist caused him to reflexively grunt in pain. He almost dropped to his knee, but resisted the urge. Just from that grip he could tell the guy was way stronger than himself. Felix's pulse quickened, his insecurities fading away with excitement. This was definitely the guy he was looking for. Soran shoved past Felix, intending on completely ignoring him.

Felix already knew what he was going to do, and he realized might regret it in the long run. Making an enemy of this guy was probably the wrong decision. 'But then again I've been making wrong decisions my whole life.' A sort of crazed confidence filled him, he let Soran walk a couple feet forward, before he ran at him from behind. When there was almost no space between them left, Felix would jump in the air, tucking his knees into his chest before shooting his legs outward, aiming for the spot between Soran's shoulder blades as an unusually pale student was attempting to walk past them. If the kick worked it would send Soran sprawling into the boy.

Felix was getting back to his feet after drop kicking Soran; he was up just in time to see the white haired kid throw a punch at Soran, which was skillfully dodged and countered. He shoved the boy into the locker, as a pencil flew by Felix's peripheral vision, and hit the white haired boy. A brief moment of 'What have I done.' ,would cross Felix's mind as a chain shot out of Soran's hand! On top of being incredibly strong, the people at this school knew magic too?!

The chain latched onto the kid that had thrown the pencil. He was then swung across the hallway floor like a damn wrecking ball,hitting him in the legs, and toppling Felix back onto his ass again. All throughout though Felix never took his eyes off of Soran, he was in awe. He looked at Soran as a kid would look at one of his childhood superheroes doing something awesome. "So cool!" Felix would exclaim jumping to his feet. The chain now nowhere to be found and Soran seemingly finished with the fight. But there was no way Felix was done, not yet. "That was great!" Felix would say cheerfully, before switching to a more mischievous tone, "But no, it isn't enough; not yet anyway." He hopped into a Bruce Lee esque fighting stance, before pointing his right arm at Soran, palm open and beckoning him to 'bring it on.'