"Bertha Marley, what does this have to do with you?" Obby Stuart didn't like aggressive girls and stood in front of her defending his sister Isabella Lindsey.
"Pretty boy, get lost!"
Bertha Marley shoved Obby Stuart and he actually moved away, pushed by her inner strength.
She was one of the few in the academy with a one-star strength.
Obby Stuart, pushed aside, got a bit agitated, "What are you trying to do? Are you looking for trouble?"
"Why are you in a rush? I'm not picking a fight with you! Just stay out of this," Bertha Marley said haughtily, not taking him seriously.
Obby Stuart, unwilling to listen, stubbornly said, "If you trouble Sister Lindsey, you're troubling me!"
"Clueless fool, seems like you're asking for a beating!" Bertha Marley, angered, was ready to punch him anytime.
Obby Stuart stood there, chest puffed up, manly saying, "Come on and hit me."
"You think I won't?"
