"Damn!"
Anger destroys reason, impulse breaks free, and Watson, in a step forward, recklessly charges at Hopkins, anxious and ashamed, tearing at his soul. He just needs an excuse to vent his anger and save face. No matter who crosses his path, the outcome is the same.
Hopkins?
Perfect timing.
However, before Watson could continue, a figure steps in between them forcefully, intercepting them, arms wide. Just a single Iron Sand Palm strike to the chest, both men are dropped like they were hit by a hammer.
"Sit down!"
A roar, and Hopkins and Watson immediately quiet down, both men completely unable to retaliate, sitting on the ground like obedient children.
Though both were indignant, burning with the urge to fight back, their chests were tight, breath stuck, unable to make a sound.
Not only them, but other players around and O'Brien about to step in were also stunned, gaping at the scene, unable to help but swallow hard.
There, clear as day, was JJ-Watt.
"Shut up."
