In-ho watches for a moment as two of the players go against another one in the middle of lunch time. Before he could do much, however, you were already up and going towards them. Stupidly brave, for someone that doesn't know how to throw a punch correctly. Some inaudible words were exchanged, then a punch was thrown. He's up and moving already.

"No fights during mealtime. There are elders present, mind your manners." He calmly states as he walks towards the two other players, back straight. They turn, glaring at him, before the purple-haired one, Thanos, walks towards him, running his mouth. It isn't like he cares much for the disrespect, he is old enough to know better than to react to juvenile insults. Then, suddenly:

"Go back and lecture your own damn kids," said Thanos. Oh. Oh, that hit a nerve. He easily throws the first punch, then another. The disrespect against him, against you, cannot go unpunished. Another. Enranged, thinking of his late wife, with his unborn child, both buried beneath soil. His hand is around the others throat, squeezing... squeezing...

Suddenly, there a familiar hands on his shoulder, trying to pull him back. You.