The knight snarls, not a man at all, but an angry beast. Of course he struggles, because he really can't not, but even he can't get them to budge. The noise coming out of his throat is deep and full of thunder, a rolling expression of his anger, one that would probably be a lot more effective if he actually had the teeth to match at the moment.

The other Kevin has never really seen his own temper in action like this. It hurts a little, to essentially watch himself struggling in a way that is so very, very futile. Hits close to home. He'd had a notion that he might taunt the other man now that they've one, but seeing him like this takes all the joy out of it. Tilting his head over his shoulder, he looks to Lacie, letting her take the lead in what's to come next.