- 20 Jul 2019, 03:09
"There are other ways for him to learn his lesson, because as it turns out...I don't know my own strength either." Kyle was so excruciatingly angry that his voice, despite being low and somewhat controlled, seemed to be laced with venom. His fists tightened as he stared at Simon.
And then suddenly, he was gone, a flit of red in the air. He was small, swift, and covered in red feathers. Quickly, he soared upwards, purposely flying right in line with the rays of the sun, making it almost impossible to see him against the direct light. Many people shielded their eyes to see, others were more focused on Dice.
And then in a flash, Kyle appeared. He'd dived at intense speed toward Simon, shifting back into himself just before reaching the other at high velocity. It all happened in seconds. His arm wrapped over Simon's chest at the angle of impact, taking the Cleary down with him to the platform.
Simon landed directly on his back with an almighty thump, likely winded, and Kyle had maneuvered to feel less of the impact on his side. Without hesitation, Kyle used the opportunity to flip Simon onto his stomach, grabbing his hand and twisting it around into a hold, his knee pressed into the blond's back.
He leaned down, speaking darkly to Simon, his mother hand moving to the back of Simon's head to press his face to the mat.
"You could have just ruined somebody's entire holiday because you don't know how to control yourself. Get a grip or I will personally make sure you are forced back into unpaid training at Watchdogs, since you clearly don't know what's appropriate. Do that to any non-watchdogs and I'll do more than just pin you."
With the ten seconds up, Kyle began to stand, rolling his shoulders and looking to Ivan.
"Oh no," he said blandly "I'm extremely out of breath and simply can't muster the strength to fight you. Guess I'll have to pull our team out from further matches. I'll umpire from now on. " He spoke and turned away.