When Mao heard James grunt in pain, he saw red. Mao was used to getting attacked, but he wasn't going to sit around and let anyone try to fuck James up too. He had enough of this being a victim crap. He could knock a guy out with one kick, he could break these assholes with his bare hands! It didn't matter that James had said they weren't friends anymore (the fact the other boy jumped into this fight to defend him was confusing, though), Mao would still kick anyone's ass that messed with him.
He tackled the closest goon, following along as the kid fell onto the floor. Mao sat on his chest and unleashed a volley of blows on the poor bastard's head. It was sort of like that scene in A Christmas Story when Ralphie goes mental on the kid with the yellow eyes. Complete with the constant stream of swears.
The sound of Mrs. Walker's bitch-heels was drowned in the din he was making, he didn't stop punching until the hallway went silent. Mao's victim was making really pathetic snorting sounds through his bloody nose, whining to Mao to get off of him. Mao smirked. Who was the tough shit now? Fucking baby.
He shot a narrowed eyed look to Mrs. Walker before getting to his feet. Just when he was getting some good tasting revenge her stupid ass had to come and interrupt. His bitterness was short lived though, his gaze quickly shifted over to James who was standing beside him. It was a hopeful, insecure, and confused kind of look. What was going on?