Blake turns from the roof, letting pretty-Penny handle the hanger on, while they switch targets and he turns his focus on Giovanna.
Almost like a greeting, he tips his hat, and in his rich baritone Texas drawl, sets into a pretty good Beach Boys rendition.
"Well its been building up inside of me,
For oh I don't know how long."
He launches into a blur. For him, every fight is like that lovely Sherlock Holmes slow-mo, where he plans out the fight, and just has to hit his marks, assessing and savoring the most traumatic injuries before he even swings while the world holds nice and still for him.
"I don't know why, but I keep thinking,
Somethings bound to go wrong."
he launches a jab to the solar plexus, trying to take her breath away, followed by a snap punch towards the throat.
"But she looks in my eyes..."
snap punch
"And makes me realize."
left hook, right hook in a blur of motion, quick, short punches, as designed to torment and disable as to seriously hurt,
"And she says, don't worry baby."
snap jab.
"Don't worry baby."
snap jab.
"Don't worry baby."
swing for the nose.
"Everything will turn out alright."
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