[Mandricardo is returning from the gym, wooden sword in hand, leaned against his shoulder. Its time to head back to the dorm, but as he passes by, the quiet voices catch his attention, and he glances in their direction.]
...
[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
no subject
...
[Some people getting upset? Well, this is a stressful place, classes and all aside. Mandricardo steps closer, but then the sound of metal against metal hits his ears, and he stiffens.]
[A...fight?]
[He draws his wooden sword down, adjusting his grip, and slowly steps towards the sounds - Mandricardo, brow furrowed, calls out:]
Hey. What's going on?