The bloody comment from Darius clearly got under Dipter's skin. His face twisted in rage, and he pulled his leg back, completely ready to deliver a lethal snap kick straight to the champion's head until Dud reached out and clamped a heavy hand over his shoulder.
"Your kicks are strong, kid. Don't waste your energy listening to a guy you just completely broke," Dud stated, his voice level as he pulled the teenager back. "Besides, with how much you've already smashed his face in, who knows if another hit will end him. We need to keep these two alive for the next phase of the plan, remember?"
Dud nodded toward a few of their enforcers standing near Donto's table, and the crew instantly sprang into motion. They sprinted into the ring, quickly pinning Jett's unconscious body and binding his wrists with heavy tactical zip-ties, before turning around to do the exact same thing to a bleeding Darius.
