Carl huffed, adrenaline going through his veins, sweaty hands balling into fists as his bat got thrown to the side. He was determined to not let anyone pass, not on his watch. His eyes were dilated as he watched you, shaking his head yet only internally yelling to back away, every breath he took - it was sharp and painful.

Some random ass emo fuck was on the side just flailing his arms around like a dumbass. " GO CHRIZ !! YOU CAN DO IT !! GO CHRIZ !! ", he yelled, making Carl confused on all ends, yet he shook it off, cracking his knuckles and huffing out as a way to prepare himself.

He shouted a final warning, " Either step back, or you'll end up dead. ", his words were shaky, sure he had that fighter spirit but c'mon now, this kid? really????