Kip was, well, absorbing the cheers even as they died down and the noise flooding the stadium was now excitable chattering. He lowered his fist as Emma grasped his other hand, then followed her eyes to the Australian team. Ooh, if looks could kill. "Now, now, let's all just be friends here," he told them smugly. "No need to get your pants in a bundle." Kip made eye contact with Jett and held it for a few moments before winking. That should set him off. Just then, as if he was looking out for Kip's best interest, Vindictus gave them instructions. Brilliant.

"Let's go, Emma," he announced coolly, keeping a comforting grasp on her hand and leading her in the direction of the Top Box. There was nothing more to do down on the pitch. Their trophy was calling!