Korbin was satisfied with the damage he had done to the boy. He shouldn't have been accusing people he just met with such things. In Korbin's mind, it was his fault he had received the bloody nose. After Korbin had got up and offered to help the boy up, a new voice made itself known behind Korbin. He turned around slowly, but just fast enough to see the kick coming. He blocked it with his hand, gripping the new boy's foot harder than he needed too. He was getting a little mad at these people. He could have yanked his foot from underneath him, send him on his back like he did the other boy. But not today.

Korbin released the new boy's foot and took a few steps away from him, out of range of another possible strike. He sighed loudly, pinching his nose. [B]"Alright, you two, you've made your point. But I've made mine as well. Now let's all just take a moment to calm down. We won't get anywhere like this."[/b] He pointed to the boy he struck with the soccer ball. [B]"Get a tissue for that. Blood stains, and we wouldn't want anyone seeing it."[/b] He turned back to the new face. [B]"And you. I offered to help, if there was a way to make this better. But I'm probably out of everyone's good graces right now, so an apology isn't going to cut it. With that in mind, what is there to do about distraught little Gale?"[/b]