Kross was furious. He never gets furious. He was just a tall, muscled wall of no feeling. He barely raised his voice—he barely even spoke—he didn't get angry. He talked with his words, not his fists. 

The only time Kross had gotten to the point of throwing was when we were still kids, still young and foolish. Kross had gotten into a heated fight with Kade and they both came out of it with serious injuries. 

I dodged Kross’s blow, moving to the side and out of his way but he ...