What, really? Will ducks under Zeke's arm, turning to grab him by the wrist and the shoulder and jerking downward to bring his elbow into contact with Will's knee. He drops the pipe and Will twists his arm around behind his back and propels him forward until he's facedown on the ground with a helpful flick of Will's foot. Zeke's bigger than he is, but keeping him down isn't so hard. He's got a good grip on that arm and a pointy knee in strategic locations does pretty well at keeping someone still.

“You want to calm down?” he drawls – and yeah, that's probably just going to make Zeke even angrier, but he doesn't particularly care about that right now.