There was no tell for Udyr's strike due to its speed, save for a brief glint in his eye. By the time one could see his fist, it was already flying straight at Shyvana's face, his muscles groaning from the sheer impact he threw his entire body's weight with in order to uppercut the half-dragon. Fires billowed and roared from him, the wind howled from the cutting path, he was definitely angry.
His integrity was questioned, and he was called a coward. No one questions his integrity. No one.
"That is enough! If you wish to fight, take it to the Sparring Grounds! Take it outside! I don't care where you take it, but do not do so here! If you continue, I will send you elsewhere myself! Do I make myself clear?!"