As Kyle walked in, his youthful appearance caught the attention of some people there. They looked around, wondering how this young boy could enter such an exclusive part of the Club. The people here had been carefully screened before the entrance, so the young boy's identity must be special.
Kyle went to stand near the stage, watching the fight happening in front of him.
It wasn't much of a fight, as it was obvious who would win. Still, the crowd was lapping it all up, happy to see all the unrestrained punches with blood - and sometimes teeth - flying all about. The arena commentator saw Kyle and froze for a while after recognising him, but was professional enough not to affect his commentary.
Kyle gave a slight smile, knowing that his presence there caused quite a bit of a problem.
He didn't care.
