Quinn had barely any time to feel proud of himself for the sharp snap of lightning hitting the other boy when he heard a sharp snap of fist hitting nose. In a flash, he forgot everything he had been fighting about, where he was, who this boy is, and what he was doing there.

His head snapped backwards and hit a wall, and he felt himself slumping to the ground, his head drooping over.

"Well," He muttered, as he fell slowly unconscious, "there's another day of work I'll have to pay off..."

This does not look good.