Austin may have had the height on Max but he had rage and that was all he needed. So. Much. Rage. It radiated out from him like a third person, his bloodied hands at his sides, fists contracting over and over again as he looked at him. Had he disliked people? Sure, who didn't? Had he ever hated someone with a rage that almost blinded him? No, not until last night which had bled into today. Now he understood hatred and rage which was proof enough you were never too old to experience new feelings and emotions. He ignored the rest of the world, the early risers jogging on the beach, almost no one paid them any mind. As for the restaurant well...his eyes drifted up and he saw a small crowd of people. Grabbing him again, he dragged him further and further finally tossing him a few hundred yards away. His foot crashed into his rib cage, several times before his foot was caught and spun, tossing Max on the sand. Standing quickly and keeping a healthy berth as he looked down at him. "How does it feel?" He pinned him down, using all his weight to keep him from moving, his arm pressed tightly against his throat. "A little different when the shoe is on the other foot huh Oz?"