Each time he misses, he feels his teeth clench harder, his blood boil just a little more. But there's also a funny sort of relief knowing that this motherfucker could really drag out a fight with him. His eyes follow him up, snarling at how his neck strains up.

"Ain't nothing sweet Motherfucker can be kind of slippery when it comes to subjecting the motherfucking physical extremities onto them."