Korbin, too busy juggling the soccer ball to notice the enraged boy coming up to him, started a little as he was grabbed by the collar. Of course, the look of surprise vanished from his face almost instantly, returning to it's usual empty state. [B]"Your sister?"[/b] Korbin asked. [B]"Ah, yes, you must mean Gale."[/b] Korbin grabbed the boy's wrists and twisted them outwards, effectively escaping his grasp. As soon as he was free, Korbin walked to where his soccer ball had landed. With a flick of his foot, the soccer ball was back in the air, Korbin juggling it with his legs.

[B]'Let's get something straight. Your sister isn't a good duelist. Records don't lie. And it's not my fault that you two can't grasp the reality of your sisters skill. Or, in this case, her lack of it. I was simply stating a fact. Now, if you would please leave me alone. This takes a lot more focus than you might think."[/b]