The high school security guard stood bravely in-between the angry werepanther and the enraged teacher.
Jeff Wilson had just hauled off and done the unthinkable by punching a student, let alone hitting the minor in the nose with all the strength and speed a werepig could muster, despite being in his human form at the moment.
Sophomore/newly promoted Senior Eric Anderson had been caught off guard, not expecting the attack as he tried to pass the Security Guard, Principal Andrews, and Wilson in the hallway to get to his next class, which unfortunately happened to be Algebra with Wilson, a teacher who gave Eric nothing but grief the previous day, just like he'd been giving students for almost the entire 70 years of his teaching career.
The Security Guard couldn't blame Anderson for being angry, let alone assuming his fursona in the heat of the moment. Being a weretiger himself, the guard knew that as soon as it was properly set, the student's nose would be totally healed by the time the kid went to bed tonight, yet the guard was amazed to see a white furred werepanther. I thought they were always gray or black furred.
Except for the four of them, the school hallway was now totally clear as third period classes began throughout the building.
Or at least, it was clear until two females came running toward the crime scene shouting "ERIC!"
Principal Andrews was the only adult present not surprised to see a red haired Sophomore and a slightly taller, black haired Junior class student arrive.
The red haired girl instantly started checking to see if the werepanther was alright, as Eric continued to hold the end of his bleeding muzzle with both paws, as the other lady took a defensive stance between Eric and the Security Guard.
"Whoever you are, go back to class. We have the situation under control," advised the Security Guard.
"We're Eric's mates," said Frieda Knight proudly, as she reached down to grab some of the rags that used to be her boyfriend's clothes to try and stop the bleeding.
"What's going on here?" Spencer Lawson demanded to know.
"Bilson dit be!" replied a shocked Eric, even as Freida was tending to his injury. (For those who don't speak broken nose, Eric said "Wilson hit me!")
"Oh?" said Spencer, as she started growling at the teacher. "No one attacks any of us without incurring the wrath of the others, so you better talk fast bub, or there's going to be free pork on the lunch menu soon!"
The fact that the eyes of all three students were glowing an angry shade of green wasn't lost on any of the adults, nor any of the students who had managed to crowd into the open doorway of the classroom in hopes of seeing what was going on outside.
"YOU SEE!" yelled Jeff Wilson, as the Security Guard switched his attention to stand between the teacher and the lady, instead of Wilson and Anderson. "It's always this way. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being a werepig!"
"Ib dever daid dere vas," protested Eric. "Ub bit be, remember?" ("I never said there was. You hit me, remember?")
"I'm almost a 100 years old, yet my whole life I've been belittled and picked on," protested Wilson.
"So, despite the fact that you never went back to finish earning your educator diploma after World War 2 for official certification, you thought once you became a teacher, you'd start returning the favor and picking on others just because you were now in a position of power?" asked Principal Andrews.
"I did my patriotic duty. I was owed, so why not?" Wilson asked in return. "It's an adult's place and responsibility to put snot nosed punks like Eric Anderson in their place. But I have never belittled a fellow werepig or anyone weaker than us. The wolves, bears, felines. Anyone stronger than us, sure. They deserved it. Always flaunting their alleged superiority just because they're higher up in the were animal kingdom."
"Ib dever bicked bon vu. Vu dere dust brong desterday," replied Eric. ("I never picked on you. You were just wrong yesterday.")
"Yes you did. I'm the teacher, and we're never wrong!" declared Jeff Wilson.
"Sir, you are wrong on more matters than I can shake a stick at. Get this man secured and call for someone from the Sheriff's department to come take him," Principal Andrews told the Security Guard. "I'm definitely pressing charges, and I'm sure Mister Anderson and the school board will too!"
"But I'm right!" protested Wilson, even as the Security Guard moved to put plastic restraining ties around his wrists. "100 years of might makes right is wrong."
"Maybe, but you certainly picked the wrong way to express your opinion," replied Principal Andrews. "Soon as you get him secured, tell the office we need a substitute teacher here stat."
"Want me to get another guard over here to watch the class until the sub arrives?" asked the Security Guard.
"Sure. I've got to take Eric and his ladies to the infirmary and make arrangements for him to get that nose looked at," said Andrews. "Do you want me to call anyone for you? You will need a change of clothes before you can go outside."
"By dather dould de dest," replied Eric. ("My father would be best.")
"NO! I will NOT be treated like this!" yelled an angry Jeff Wilson, as he managed to break the plastic ties binding him apart.
"I wouldn't do that if I was you," warned Spencer Lawson, tearing herself away from Eric to assume a defensive stance against the werepig again. "Besides the fact I'm a hybrid feline wolf, my dad's a Navy SEAL and he taught me everything he knows!"
Jeff Wilson took one look at the student before him, and then held out his hands so the security guard could rebind them again.
AND INSIDE THE CLASSROOM...
"Still want to go after Spencer Lawson?" Larry of the Tusk Brigade whispered to his leader Rex as Harry looked on.
"Let me think about it some more," was all Rex would say, after hearing the exchange outside.