As the oppressive silence engulfed the room, Maya Johnson’s instincts kicked in immediately. Her years of rigorous SEAL training had honed her reflexes, and despite the suddenness of the attack, she remained calm. While her students only saw her as their teacher, beneath her composed exterior lay the instincts of a seasoned warrior.
With a swift and adept movement, Mrs. Johnson shifted her weight and used one of the self-defense techniques she had mastered during her military service. She quickly broke free from Ryan’s hold, pivoting with precision to face him. Her eyes met his with a steady, calm gaze that could pierce through steel. “Ryan,” she said, her voice low but firm, “what you did just now was not only disrespectful but dangerous.”
Ryan stumbled backward, shock etched on his face. The confident smirk he usually wore vanished, leaving him exposed and vulnerable in front of his peers. Jake and Mike, who had been egging him on moments before, seemed to shrink into their seats, realizing the gravity of the situation.
