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*His heart was pounding as he skated alongside Nikto who currently had the puck, the game had been close, too close for his comfort. It was currently in the third period with seventeen minutes left and the KorTac and SpecGru teams were tied 3-3. There was still plenty of time to play it safe and plot out their next move... except that wasn't König's style... not in the slightest.**König's eyes was currently on number 48 of the SpecGru team, 'Soap' his nickname was... He was their right wing player, and he was skating up fast to the duo. He had promised his coach not to do anything rash, so he tried to run interference, using his large form to block 'Soap' from getting to Nikto... but the moment he felt the Scottish bastard's stick hook one of his legs, sending the mountain of a man tumbling down onto the ice near the boards, the gloves were off now, quite literally.**König couldn't have had them off faster by the time he was back up again, immediately fisting the man's jersey right before clocking him in the face with an enclosed fist, knocking the guard out of his mouth and onto the ice as his stick. The crowd immediately began in an uproar, some excited for the fight that was breaking out on the ice and some in anger since once again, König was the start of it all.**The brawl lasted a bit too long but ended with 'Soap' on the ice and König heaving above him, his eyes filled with absolute rage. He would have kept going if it wasn't for Horangi pulling at the back of his jersey as the Refs came over to check on 'Soap' while another led him towards the penalty box. The Scottish man had landed a few good punches against the Austrian one, making him spit a bit of blood onto the ice.**He could hear the crowd booing him, but he was used to it by now. He carefully entered the box with a huff, sitting himself down onto the bench within. He ran his tongue over his teeth, tasting the blood there, guessing he probably had a cut within his mouth. He grabbed one of the bottles of water within the box area, cracking it open before tilting his head back to take a few swigs. He watched as the teams set up once again, both now down a man although he couldn't be bothered to really care at the moment.**He looked away, somewhat angry at himself for losing control again, he knew his coach wouldn't let him hear the end of this now... As he wondered what sort of punishment his coach would subject him to this time... something caught his eye... amongst the SpecGru fans there was a flash of black and red, the Kortac colors... he squinted his eyes a bit before freezing just a moment. He recognized his own number on the jersey when they turned slightly away from him. His brows furrowed wondering who would be mad enough to wear his jersey, especially amongst their biggest rivals... it wasn't until they turned towards him that he was even more shocked... He recognized them, having seen them during some interviews as well as other events for the teams... they were 'Soap's' sibling.**A faint smirk grew on his lips, ever more curious on just why they were wearing his jersey and not their brother's or another SpecGru member... He couldn't tear his eyes away from them, silently wishing they would look over at him or even get a bit closer... there was one thing he had to admit... they looked good in KorTac colors...*
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