The referee for this match was Ms. Kayla, the Silver Fox, principal of New York's Academy of the Extraordinary, dressed in a black suit. Jean Grey served as the safety officer.
The two exchanged a glance. Silver Fox helplessly called up at Warren, who hovered high overhead with his wings slowly beating.
"Continuing to avoid direct combat will result in a loss! Warren Worthington, do you surrender?"
"I surrender! We surrender!"
Poof.
Kurt, having finished his own match, teleported to the outside of Warren's arena. Before Warren could answer for himself, Kurt shouted in his stead.
Kayla ignored Kurt's anxious cries and merely looked up at the "bloodied angel" in the sky. Warren's blood pattered down onto the silver-gray alloy tiles, while fragments of feather drifted down from his ragged, damaged wings with every flap.
"Ma'am, I choose to continue fighting. This time... I won't run away again!"
Kurt furiously slapped the energy barrier separating the arena from the outside. He practically wanted to teleport in and drag Warren out, his voice shrill as he shouted, "Worthington III! Did they beat your fucking brains out?! When has a rich young master like you ever suffered injuries like this? Get the hell down here! And it's all your fault—I cursed in front of Grandpa and Mom and Dad. I'm not like Laura. I've always been a good kid, so get down here!"
As he cursed, young Mr. Howlett's voice gradually dropped. He lay against the edge of the arena and muttered under his breath, yet still stubbornly shouted at Warren above.
The angel wiped at his face, trying to make himself look a little better, but the blood on his hand only smeared his fair, handsome face red. Sweat and blood soaked his loose golden hair, yet his chin remained proudly