Right from when he hit puberty Matt knew he'd always want to have strength on his side, and he'd get it too. Yes, he did get a little more exercise and working out done than lifting a game controller or reaching up to the top cupboard, thank you very much. Not that he needed much of it here. The guy underneath him - the guy who'd just killed Emmett, Matt noted again with gritted teeth - was a scrawny little thing. Only thing he probably had going for him was his apparent skill with weapons. That said, he seemed to know what he was doing physically. The attack at his throat made Matt gasp slightly, releasing his hold on the boy slightly, but not for long. If anything, it gave him an extra boost, grabbing both the boy's arms and pinning him to the ground, digging his knee into the other's stomach as a bonus. Once again Matt caught sigh of Emmett's body in the corner of his eye, causing them to narrow. His thoughts finally flickered to the knife that was still tucked in his belt, and once he'd locked onto it, well, Matt could think of nothing else except removing this threat from the world.
God dammit, his opponent was a slippery little thing. Both their hands scrabbled against Matt's side and the handle of the knife as the two boys struggled to get it first, Matt having the harder job of leaning away to make sure the other guy didn't get the knife while trying to pin him down and get the knife himself as well. His hand closed around the handle a few times, and he even managed to slide it out one time, but his stupid opponent always managed to throw a spanner in the works. Just as he got a firm grip, however, Tia's voice startled him. "Emmett! Matt! Kat!"
"Tia, get out of here! Go, now!" Matt yelled behind him - dropping the knife in the process. Damn! His fingers scrabbled along the floor of the room to get it again and stab this bastard in the head or similar, but it didn't look like he was going to get there first. Instead, Matt sat up slightly, lunging for the crowbar that had just been used as a murder weapon. His hand closed around it, and in the same motion, he swung it down towards the boy's head, hard. Sadly, Matt missed, cracking one of the tiles slightly with a rather satisfying sound. However, it seemed to have pissed someone off, as Matt was suddenly picked up by something and flung across the room. "I told you to run." Groaning, Matt looked up from being crumpled against the wall to see the woman from earlier leaning over him, something he would have questioned had she not picked him up by his t-shirt and pinned him to the wall. While struggling against her, Matt looked at the doorway where his friends were. "Go! All of you, just go!"