Hearing the start of a scuffle in the dining hall, Jarod looks up from his food, his eyes searching inquisitively only to find a pair of testosterone ridden dogs needing to be separated for their own good. Standing up he can feel the chair creak loudly before he moves with surprising speed, though not running towards the two starting to fight. During the approach his eyes lost the inquisitive look only to pick up a dark haze of anger chained only by his will. Setting a heavy hand on each boy's shoulder he grips them both painfully hard, digging his fingers under their shoulder muscles, before pulling them bodily apart.<br/><br/>"Gentlemen, fighting of any kind is forbidden here. If you decide to continue there will be very unpleasant consequences for you both, which I may take some pleasure inflicting upon you. Not to mention revocation of certain rights, including a much earlier curfew," the gravely tone cuts through the background in the dining hall, drawing the attention of many of the bystanders though his voice was never raised. He punctuates each word by squeezing harder and deeper into their shoulders, prepared to violently shake either of them like unruly kittens if they so much as resist him in the slightest. All throughout Jarod never loses a thin too wide smirk that bears the promise of that only a true predator could carry when looking at predators lower on the chain.<br/><br/>"Is this understood?" He grips harder at the question pressing them down upon them, his eyes challenging them not to fall to their knees.