"So you take your anger out on everybody else? How rude!" He declared holding a hand to his nose, to stop the bleeding,

Tyler raised his eyebrows and just watched what was going on. Eh, he could help Jasper... but it felt like she wanted to beat Larrel up alone. He walked back to the camp, checking to see how many rags he got. Well... no one had stolen any from him... so he probably had... 8. Tyler stood by the fence and waited to hand in his flags, his arms crossed. His chest hurt... really badly. All that flying and running probably wasn't good for it. Tyler turned his gaze to where Jasper was currently trying to make Larrel a flat faced punching bag. Honestly, he was half amused and half glad it wasn't him.

"What else should I do then!? I'm not about to mess up my hands again beating up a tree" She growled ready to lunge on him and punch him again

"Find a real punching bag!" Larrel pretty much screamed at her, he was sick of this, "I am fucking done, with being a punching bag for people"

-oof, okay Jasper is REALLY mad- "Hey Jasper, if you want a softer punching bag that doesn't yelp ever time you punch it I can make you one." Tyler finally spoke up, striding forward. If She punched him instead he's into would hurt but at least he could do something... because Larrel would probably get mad and try to kill Jasper with ice and then there would be a giant elemental war. Tyler didn't want that to happen.

"Well don't pick on the people that have the most anger" She said coldly before turning to Tyler. Her cold stare softened slightly but her voice remanded the same "That'd be nice..." She said walking off to try and cool her anger off

"I don't!" Larrel screamed back

"Oh that's absolutely fantastic." Tyler muttered under his breath, too low for Jasper to hear. He walked a little ways away, and, despite how tired he was, made some vines grow into a punching bag like shape. Soft, and vines couldn't get hurt by punching. "Here, punch this." Tyler offered. "If you want to, it's there's." he said, kind of half backing away and half turning and walking away... back to the fence so he could lean against it and not fall over.

Larrel balled his fists and hissed as pain surged around his head, Larrel started to feel weak and light headed, Larrel walked away from the battle arena, he let his eyes close, next thing he felt the ground rush up to him

Tyler had just the right view to see Larrel topple over. "Yay." He said in a weak voice, shaking his head. Today would be a hard day. Tyler crept out of the arena, hoping to leave Jasper and the punching bag alone. He walked a couple feet away from where Larrel lay... obviously passed out. Tyler glanced at the building then back at Larrel... and didn't really care what Larrel would think. He picked Larrel up and quickly went inside, dropping him gently into a bed, then finding the thermometer and turning it down as far as it would go. Then Tyler shut the door, hoping that would keep the cool in... and the heat out with him. After that Tyler went to find a nice place to sit on the ground and feel dizzy