Survive!!

A blond-haired kid with nicer looking clothes walked over to me and said: "Who said you could sit in my seat." I looked at the kid with a straight face and said: Why should I accept that this is your seat, This seat is as much mine as it is yours. The blond kid said: My mommy said that I could pick and seat in the classroom even if someone else is using it because we have a Nobel title. 

I wanted this seat because it was in front of the classroom, it would be easier to hear and learn overall. I decided to think of something clever to say back. "You know, you drive a hard bargain but I think I'm gonna have to refuse your offer."

 The kid's face was confused then slowly becoming flush with red. "Meet me behind the school after class!" He exclaimed.

The teacher walked into the class, she had red hair and introduced herself as Mrs. Bentley. 

Mrs. Bentley: "I hope this does not come as a surprise to you but this is a school about swordsmanship and sorcery. Today we will be learning about hand to hand combat without the sword. Before mastering the sword you must master your own body." 

I, however, was very surprised by this outcome. Hand to hand combat at the age of five or six was a very rare occurrence according to my database. As we walked to the gym I wondered how the combat classes would differ from the ones on earth.

Then suddenly Mrs. Bentley looked my way and said "Arlo and Alex you guys are first" I was very confused, we did not learn anything yet we were about to spar. Alex was a kid I've never seen before, he looked a lot like me. Brown hair, dark eyes, and tanned skin.

Mrs. Bently: "there are no rules, the magic array that was cast of this school heals all injuries and prevents death. Pain is the only thing you can't avoid, just try your best to survive, I'll be back in five."

Then, out of nowhere, Alex came around with a kick towards my head. I brought up my arm to block, then a sharp pain in my forearm came forth. My arm dropped limply from the pain. Then Alex threw a heavy punch towards my jaw in which it hit its mark.

As I was losing my balance, I thought of that word, survive.

Out of nowhere time started slowing down or so it seemed. (His brain was thinking faster)

The next move was a kick for the head, I easily ducked under. I saw him winding up his punch so slowly I was almost bored. I tilted my head 30 degrees to the left, held his wrist and elbow pushing his elbow until it was forced into an inverted position. He made an ear piercing scream and fell to his knees crying.

Did I win?