He doesn't entirely pull back in time, but he clearly wasn't expecting her to have that much composure either, used to girls who are terrified to uselessness by now.
His eye remains where it is, but he has a horrible set of four scars from his brow, across one eye and down his cheek, trailing the same blood that coats her fingers.
"Damnit." he cusses, all tune lost. His fist comes back at her in a blur.
"We still have a date you and me, but first, I'm gonna hurt you. I'm gonna hurt you bad. Then maybe I'll rescue your boy... break his arms and legs, let him watch while I hurt you some more. Bet the wuss hasn't even touched you yet, huh, baby? You untouched goods? Don't worry, I'll show you a real man before you go out."
He taunts, kicking at her midsection hard, not daring to get his face in talon reach again.
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