His nose was bleeding and blood had splashed all over the front of his crisp white school shirt. His mum was going to be pissed. He was pretty sure this was beyond the job of her trusty Vanish Oxi-Action. The teacher had intercepted the fight and was issuing detentions with the sharp-shooting skills of a Western cowboy, but he was pretty sure he still won.
The rivalry was notorious. Next time, he was just going to make sure he was way more witty in his verbal slanging match that escalated to a fist-fight to warrant Mum taking away his wifi.