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"You didn't have to punish them so hard, you know," Peter tells me standing beside me as I watched the bullies take their punishment. I glance at him and see that he has his face pinched in a very abnormal way, I chuckled at him before going back to watching the losers, again. "We are warriors, Peter, protectors even, we don't encourage bullies, they should have thought about it before they harassed Sorin, we might be enemies but I don't tolerate racism or any other kind of nonsense behavior," I tell him crossing my arms in front of me. The quarterback and his gang of goons have been training for more than seven hours now, and later they are supposed to patrol the ground with no food for the next two days, I'm trying to set an example so people don't repeat this nasty behavior. "You ar