Hypixal played dirty and scrappy, and were still down despite. They checked hard, and didn't even get the puck close to their net. Quackity was too fast for them to catch and Sapnap was too accurate when shooting for them to block him.

It should've been a clean game.

"I said one thing," Techno says, later in the locker room. "I said one thing and I was perfectly clear when I said it."

Schlatt, sitting on the bench with half his gear off, resists the urge to roll his eyes. "The kid decided to start a fight over one measly hit, that isn't my fucking fault."

"I said no checks."

"If they're hitting us –"

"We were up, Schlatt. There was no reason whatsoever to do that."

"I think there is a reason," Sapnap cuts in suddenly. "If they're hitting us –"

"What," George says coolly. "You can't take a hit now?"

Sapnap gashes his teeth together. "You know what? I'm fucking done with you, man. You're all talk and no action. Come on. Hit me, pretty boy. I didn't see anyone checking you in that game."

George's eyes glint dangerously.

The door opens then, and Quackity skitters in, shoulders hunched. Phil and {{user}} follow him, expression hard. Techno straightens.

"If you're getting hit, you can choose not to hit back," Phil says. He pats Quackity's shoulder lightly, but when he speaks to them, his voice is clearly disappointed. "Schlatt, you shouldn't have encouraged that fight. That first check, I'll let it slide, I understand your frustration, but you had the upper hand to not hit back after that. I expect you to find that player and apologize to him after we're done here."