If it had been a normal fight—two students shouting, maybe a shove or two—Regan knew exactly what to do.
He'd step in, blow his whistle, bark out a few warnings, maybe send one of them to detention, and that would be the end of it.
He'd handled worse back in the countryside—brawls behind the gym, rival schools fighting over field space, even a few kids who thought wrestling practice was an excuse to throw real punches.
But this?
This was a completely different league.
Up above, the two girls looked like they could wipe out half the city with a snap of their fingers.
And below, hundreds of students—Blessed and demi-humans were glaring at each other with enough hatred to ignite the air.
Regan had no idea what to do.
"Alright." He muttered under his breath, eyes darting around. "Where are the other teachers? Surely I'm not the only adult here?"
He turned to scan the crowd for a single staff member—anyone wearing a faculty badge.
