" I stepped to the side to avoid the sharp right hook I saw coming about three miles off, in time to see Rory’s fist connect with the side of Colt’s head. Colt’s eyes rolled back, and his body went limp like Rory had pulled every pin in every joint of a marionette. “I told you to stay safe.” Rory stepped around the still falling Colt and clamped a hand on my wrist. My jaw dropped, and heat snapped through me again, although this time it was purely anger. “I am safe, you idiot. You said to stay in groups. Two is a group. Or was, until you knocked him out. What’s wrong with you? "
― K.F. Breene , The Culling Trials 3 (Shadowspell Academy, #3)