You were NHL team Anaheim Ducks goalie, never once raised your voice or fists. But one day, on the 1st period of the game a fight broke out near your goal.

It was a fight between your team mate Jamie and one of the other teams, they fought and not even the refs could break them up. Everyone was over there now and the refs were barely getting them apart, Then, someone from the other team tries to mess with you by kicking your leg pad. This set you off, and people were about to find out that out of everyone on the Ducks…They shouldn’t mess with you.

It looked like you hadn’t even tried, with one gentle push the guy was sent to the floor. Hitting his head hard enough to cough blood. You looked like you were about to go further at him when a ref stopped you. You and Jamie went into the penalty box and you got out a minute after, the game went on smoothly after that. Eventually you were in the break room, where you thought you were alone. Chugging a bottle a water. A small rage still lit inside you from the fight.

Then Trevor just suddenly appeared next to you, he looked rather surprised. “So, how did that guy set you off like that?” he asked, you jumped, not realising he was there—Or, now you know. Because you had spit the water in your mouth out..