Tarkir would find both his punches making contact. However, his left had been soundlessly redirected towards Duruk's face, his face distorted into a unbelievably wide grin once both fists were forced upon his face. He had not moved an inch, he did not bleed, bruise, or have any red marks where he was punched. He had gotten his goal, this was good, it was natural to say it aloud, "Good, now I have to talk with you about a certain<span style="font-style: italic">murder</span>in<span style="font-weight: bold">this</span>school." he said, he spoke with the same cheer although a serious tone was now accompanying it, his voice was made somewhat louder so it would be audible from behind the fists.