Max stared at where Kevin was thrown, then looked down to stare at Kieara. He tried to calm down, taking a while for him to do so. Soon, his eyes returned to their dark brown color. Kevin on the other hand, was trying to force himself up from the rubble. He was clutching his chest, blood streaming from his nose and mouth, cuts all over his body and bruises on his head and face. He walked with a limp, coughing up blood in the process. He stared at Kieara and glared at Max. Slowly, he made his way towards the door, attempting to climb over it on his way out. He wouldn't say anything about this, if anyone asked, he fell down a flight of stairs. Max sighed, sitting on the floor now, still trying to calm down while he could. Staring at his hands, he could still envision himself gripping that boy's neck, throwing him across the room like a limp ragdoll. Looks like he was getting a little strength left. But his head hurt quite a lot due to Kevin's recklessness. Then again, Max was one with the temper and bad attitude.