I remember this moment in 9th grade as one of the most unbelievable yet true moments of my life. Right before social studies class started, one of our class-mates (who I didn't consider a close friend) was shaking with fear. He said one of the other guys in our class got mad at him at lunch (apparently over something childish) and was going to wait to unleash his rage. At the time I didn't quite take him seriously, I assumed it was just paranoia. Our teacher for one was only a few feet away in the hallway. Well that's until Daniel walked into the room.
Daniel was not the strongest person I've ever known, but he wasn't a wuss. As soon as he got into the room, the other kid didn't stand a chance. Daniel was ruthless until he showed mercy and stopped. All we could do was watch in disbelief. Daniel sat back down, and so did the other kid. This ironcially all happened with rather little noise, but it didn't take long for the teacher to ask questions when he saw our classmate literally crying his emotions. In the end Daniel never came back to school (for obvious reasons), but neither did the other guy. I never knew the full-story but I figure this incident caused him to either be home-schooled or he moved away.