Tarkir falls over, the punch was hard but still the one they called bull picked the wrong place to throw a punch at. Tarkir rose calmly, anger and fear was the mind killer and what did he have to be scared of, not this student with one broken hand. Tarkir smirked, the quickly catching the student off guard as he threw a punch straight into his stomach. Pinning the student against the wall holding the left arm by the wrist and the right by the students broken fist, squeezing on it gently, watching the pain on the bastards face