"No lie." He sits back a bit more, tilting his head upwards to glance at the sky. "But I'll tell you this much, dude's one of the toughest douchebags I've ever faced."

Big, powerful and speedy? Deadly combination, right there. He can see why the grand juggalo's so notorious. Yet the Grand Highblood was still nothing compared to Bec Noir. That fucker could twist reality around him or some shit. It's like interdimensional cheating. Nobody could beat that.