The very first thing Char did was stretch his wings. Jesus Vinnie weighed like a ton.
The second thing he did was RSVP that invitation. With his fist. By punching Vinnie. With his fist. He was sure that this was the end of it, that there was no way in hell Vinnie would be turning the tables on him again. An arrogant assumption, given that he was still definitely the smaller and lighter of the two, but a fight was a mental thing, too, and he'd had the upper hand there even before he'd said a word to Sir Sulksalot of the Angst Table. He could draw it out as long as he wanted, or just grind Vinnie into the dirt right there and then.
Goddamn, it was a good feeling.
Another punch. "Squirm a little harder for me, bitch!" And again. "How's it feel to be the dead weight, huh?" A thoughtless, throwaway name that Vinnie had tossed Char's way months earlier, but one Char certainly hadn't forgotten. Ironic just how different things could look after that torn wing had healed itself up, wasn't it?
by which you mean greatest
The second thing he did was RSVP that invitation. With his fist. By punching Vinnie. With his fist. He was sure that this was the end of it, that there was no way in hell Vinnie would be turning the tables on him again. An arrogant assumption, given that he was still definitely the smaller and lighter of the two, but a fight was a mental thing, too, and he'd had the upper hand there even before he'd said a word to Sir Sulksalot of the Angst Table. He could draw it out as long as he wanted, or just grind Vinnie into the dirt right there and then.
Goddamn, it was a good feeling.
Another punch. "Squirm a little harder for me, bitch!" And again. "How's it feel to be the dead weight, huh?" A thoughtless, throwaway name that Vinnie had tossed Char's way months earlier, but one Char certainly hadn't forgotten. Ironic just how different things could look after that torn wing had healed itself up, wasn't it?