That was what he was looking for. A sore spot, a raw nerve. The first punch hits, bloodying his nose. Blake just grins and swings back with a left-right combo.
"That was it, wasn't it? While Erg and Sunder and even fuckin' Piper were tryin' and dyin', you ran and hid like a little bedwetter. You heard yer momma screamin', an' still couldn't move, like a poor little mouse, huh? What're you gonna do when I hurt you, boy? I hurt you bad, but let you live... to hear 'em screamin' an' cryin'? Wonderin' just what I'm doing to yer poor little girls. You gonna curl up in a ball and wish you were back home in the sewer, huh?"
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