Terms of a Gamble

Revian sat unmoving, not daring to so much as offer a single utterance in the face of Ness' provocations.

"Come on, Silent Knight. Cat's got your tongue?" Ness nudged, leaning closer to the back of the room where Revian had been sitting.

"Shut it, Ness, you have no right to speak to my brother that way!" Garron yelled, banging the wood below with such intensity that the crackle propagated even through the air. 

Ness flinched at the sound, yet still didn't look away. "I meant every word that I said. Isn't that right, class? Come on, anybody. Tell me that you don't feel the same way; tell me that you don't think Revian has completely fucked us over by forfeiting fifty class points!" 

Nobody spoke up. 

"Then that settles that," Ness said, crossing his arms, "unless, of course, you want to be outcasted, I think this game would benefit you greatly."