The child struggled, twisting his wrist sharply, trying to break free from Kyle's hold.
Kyle barely had to exert any force to keep him still.
He could feel the boy's heartbeat racing, his muscles tensed for another escape attempt. But it was pointless.
"Give up or I will break your wrist, kid. I would rather not hurt you more than I need to, so it is in your best interest to listen to me."
It was a warning for the kid to behave himself and let Kyle figure out what was wrong with him. That was the initial plan.
But the kid seemed to have plans for his own, trying to hit and bite at the hand holding him.
However, no matter what the kid did, he had no chance of escaping.
Kyle was simply stronger, faster, and smarter.
The child eventually stilled, his body sagging slightly in resignation. His quick, calculating eyes darted between Kyle and the Head Knight, assessing his options.
There were none.
A slow exhale escaped his lips. He gave up.
