It hurt but it was a familiar pain that gave Sim the rush that only getting punched could cause. He was laughing, though he probably didn't even realise. He knew his only tactic was to get Ciaran to the ground and at a more managable height, tackling him around the waist and punching him somewhere in the ribs.

"I heard your mom had to keep you on a leash until you were ten" he panted, his nose throbbing.