That was it. Roy normally had a very humorous and passive personality. But Mr. Winters was playing these mind games with him too early in the morning. Hell, he should be asleep right now! With a few extra days notice that his schedule was going to be changed, he could have adjusted to the time difference. But no. So now he was tired, cranky, and<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>pissed off. This being the case (and having not eaten yet) he was acting irrationally.<br/><br/>"What... the hell... do you think you're doing to your student?!" Roy asked, walking in the beginning, but speeding up to a run at the end of the sentence. Mr. Winters wasn't that far away, so within seconds Roy was right next to him.<br/><br/>In the midst of his run he jumped into the air, and rotated there at a high speed. He extended his leg at just the right moment and lashed out in all of his pissed off rage. His leg connected with Mr. Winters' head at a down angle, putting unnatural pressure on his spinal cord, knocking him off the other student, and slamming his head into the floor, cracking the floor beneath him.<br/><br/>Roy had no idea how much his teacher could take, but from what he'd seen, it was a lot. This being the case, he didn't really hold back anything. He didn't know if Mr. Winters was still alive. If he was freakishly strong, he'd have several bones broken. Roy didn't see any way of coming out of something like that without feeling at least a little sore--not even if the guy was a freaking immortal monster. Roy was almost surprised the guy's head didn't shatter on impact, considering the concrete floor was practically dust.