[Truthfully, he can't say no -- this is what he wanted. The fighting part, not the Vinnie on top of him part. The bee's nest of pain buzzing in his head, the tips of his horns digging furrows into the snow, though... not so much. It wasn't a good position to be in -- even without the beatings, the ache in his trapped wing was growing with each second. He was lonely-natured, and a runt besides: when it came down to it, Char was not nearly as good at taking hits as he was at dishing them out.

Funnily enough, he could have easily reversed it in seconds. Fire was an advantage, and it burned at both ends: either a shot of fire spat at Vinnie's face or a FLAMING KANCHO jab from that burning tailtip would probably get Vinnie off of Char mighty quick. Even so, when Char opened his mouth, it was to speak, not to let loose Flamethrowers.]

You wanna know what kinda girl your sister really is? You wanna know what she did?

[If Char wasn't in a good position to hurt Vinnie with his fists... well, he'd just hurt Vinnie with words.]