Soran? More like borin'. (Soran, Hex, Ira, Mizu, & Friends)

Felix watched as Soran grabbed the other boy's leg, slinging him like a ragdoll. The boy hurtled towards Felix, there was no way for him to re-position himself in the air. 'This is gonna hu-' the boy slammed into his side, sending him flying back towards the wall he had initially jumped off of. Not wanting the boy to get hurt, he would cradle him, using his own body as a shield from the impact. His back slammed against the wall hard, along with the white haired boy's weight, Felix's breath was knocked out of him.

His ribs hurt something fierce; could be a broken one in there somewhere. Attempting to breathe he spluttered, failing at the simple task. Slumped against the wall, he turned to Soran just in time to see Luna fly in with a drop kick. It was a strange moment, he felt a profound fondness for the girl. "Go get him." He would cough, holding out his closed fist in encouragement, eyes slightly teary.

Felix watched as Luna came in, her first dropkick. He had never been more proud of the girl. And then he saw her get sidestepped by Soran, he could only offer his condolences, it was a truly beautiful dropkick. But Soran was on a whole 'nother level, moving at speeds Felix was barely able to keep up with through his teary eyes. He was breathing better than before, but that honestly wasn't saying much, he was breathing irregularly. Trying to rise to his feet, he managed to make it halfway up with the support of the wall before falling flat on his ass, causing his rib to scream out in pain. "Fuuuuu . . . " He breathed out a heavy labored breath, he was in a rough spot.

Looking up he saw Soran approach, he figured the boy was either gonna hit him while he was down, or trash talk. Felix was prepared for this outcome since the beginning, and watched the boy walk over to him with an expressionless face. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he wasn't gonna receive and additional pummeling, verbal or physical. Soran had actually came to . . . check up on him?

"Psh what do you mean? I'm super hot!" Felix offered a weak smile, raising both his arms up, flexing. The act of raising his arms hurt his rib so he only put them up about halfway. It was a pretty pathetic display if Felix could say so himself-- he didn't. "Heh, really close fight there. Pretty sure I had you on the ropes a few times." He laughed weakly at his own joke, accepting Sorans help. He had started the fight, but here he was, the antagonist; being helped up by the 'victim'. It was laughably ironic. Felix got to his feet, he swayed dangerously, sticking a hand out to the wall to help him.