closed Punch of Ages

Running into the classroom on the first of September, you would see a dreadfully dressed part goblin of about four feet tall in height running through the room, he had a streak of mischief in his twinkling, sweet, innocent eyes. And in these eyes, you see a desire for setting things on fire! But no, he couldn't destroy Hogwarts via flame. That would be awful!

Instead, he decided he would be the cool kid and pushed up a desk towards the door and prepared to crouch underneath the cramped area and looked forward with determination.

If he would do anything, he would have a fit of accuracy in what he would do. Curling up his fingers into a tight ball, he made a fist and with this attempt of making a fist, it looked kind of like he was aiming to punch, as it was just one hand and not two like you'd see in muggle boxing.

Clark slid his right arm back as far as he could to maximize the amount of power he could deliver in his blow. This punch, he would hope, would make it the first attack against someone at Hogwarts this school year. And so, this punch was aimed towards the lower regions. Meant to hurt and cause someone to double over in pain.