"I get that a lot," he drawled, "And I think you mean the likes of us." He managed to get away from the fist to the face but the knee to his gut - not so lucky. With a grunt, he dropped to one knee and made an undignified snorting noise, spitting out blood. "I think you chipped a tooth!" he exclaimed, looking more horrified by that than anything else that night.
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Date: 2009-07-09 04:31 am (UTC)