Pitsikurno and The Brotherhood

My first fraternity recruitment was when I was in grade 6. Yes, you read it right 'grade six.' A group of out of school youth addicts infiltrated our breakdance group.  I asked what they could do for us. They said they could protect us and hit our enemies.
As a sampling, they sent two big boys to accompany Mat in hitting his supposed enemy. I was so uncomfortable. First, I did not even know the guy they're supposed to hit; second, I knew it was wrong. But while I weighted on these things in my head, things were fast unfolding around me: we’re on our way to the target.
It was around 9 am. I saw Mat talking to the kid in the middle of the playground, all of the sudden he hit him with a 'pitsikurno' down the ribs. The kid crouched in pain. Mat was delighted with what he did. Then the kid ran back to his classroom and came out with a slingshot. It was then that Mat ran and shouted at us, 'run!'
And so we ran. Mat, Ruben, Noah and I ran around and went back to our classroom as if nothing happened. The two big frat kids ran. They ran home.
At around 12 pm, the students and teachers started going home for lunch. Then little by little, we saw from the windows, packs of bigger kids swarming towards our classroom... with mixed excitement and fury. I estimated nearly fifty mix-sized warriors. With fire in their eyes, they came for a revenge.
The teary Mat was ready with his pitsikurno. Ruben picked up a shovel. Noah got a metal dust pan. Me, I held my back pack with a stiletto inside. But I was calmer than the rest then. I was confident I was not the target. They didn't know me.
The tension was high. Mat was already murmuring the name of his father. Ruben was rocking back and forth. Noah was shooting his blame speech to the group, nagging each one of us. I ... was looking for a way out.
Outside, by 12:30pm, their leader shouted the battle cry. Inside, Mat’s murmur was now a loud cry of mixed fear and anger. While, they were advancing, I was looking through a whole in the closed window, towards the principal's office. I saw some of our lady classmates parading... with a teacher. Ahhhh, I was relieved.
With his office overflowing with juvenile and troublesome visitors, the principal conducted his short investigation, and a common sermon. We're all made to promise not to engage in trouble again.
I thanked our heroines. I thanked God for saving us from unnecessary pain and trouble. I thank God that those frat kids did not come back anymore...  We were saved from a wrong kind of brotherhood.