[That was it. Vinnie was not going to stand for the poisonous bullshit coming out of Char's mouth - because fuck, even if he could delude himself into thinking they were all lies, the fact was they stung somewhere he didn't want to admit.

So congrats, Char. You have your cake, and a fist violently feeding it to you, too. The Venusaur lunged, closing the distance between them with his taller, larger human form and his fists.

Maybe he had a lot of steam to blow off, and Char was one target he wouldn't feel bad about taking it out on. Or maybe Vinnie really, honestly just wanted someone to beat the shit out of him for fucking up things so bad in the first place. Either way, any coherence he might've had bled away into a gutteral roar of rage.]