Adrian glared at Gwen as she came to break it up. He grunted at what she said, not overly wanting to test her skill with luck. One hand still was lightly holding the sore and tender area. He spotted Hector running away, rolling his eyes at the wimp. He turned back to his table, walking over and sitting back down. He said, his voice low," at capture the flag, that boy is mine. No one is to lay a hand on him until I'm through with him." He adjusted his position slightly, flinching in pain. That boy worsened his position by going for such a low, cowardly move. While Adrian can be a jerk and a temperamental son of a bitch, he would never go for that move. And Hector was going to pay for it. Greatly.