Re: Battle Scarred
Namor watched the punch come at him, but he calmly lifted a hand and caught Draconia's fist, holding it in place as he squeezed on her knuckles.
"You would have done better to kill me before it came to this. Now, you are alone, outmatched, and awaiting your fate."
Namor's grip became vise-like at that moment, and he shoved Draconia to the ground again, his eyes filled with contempt.
"Draconia, you have proven to me, beyond doubt, that failure is inherited through birth. Your father was a failure; you are a failure.
But he at least knew when he was beaten. Stand down, or die." he says.
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