[Ronan's heart is only gold insofar as acknowledging how very very soft gold truly is. But as far as he's concerned, it's as worthless as pyrite. He uncrosses his arms, brings his hands together to crack his knuckles. Now he has to fight her. She asked for a fight. She seems to want one.]
[That doesn't make it any less bad, but he's used to being bad. He's terrible. That's just the kind of things he does. Everyone can be ashamed of him later, and he can privately agree.]
Never said that. [He's sizing her up. He knows he's stronger than her. Maybe if he just gave a good wallop to her shoulder, it'd knock her down and wind her enough without really doing any serious crippling damage. He has a friend who was on the wrong side of a punch, once; he knows what fists are capable of.]
[All these thoughts are fever-quick and immediate; Ronan's been in enough fights for them both.] I just like things to be interesting. You gonna make it interesting?
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[That doesn't make it any less bad, but he's used to being bad. He's terrible. That's just the kind of things he does. Everyone can be ashamed of him later, and he can privately agree.]
Never said that. [He's sizing her up. He knows he's stronger than her. Maybe if he just gave a good wallop to her shoulder, it'd knock her down and wind her enough without really doing any serious crippling damage. He has a friend who was on the wrong side of a punch, once; he knows what fists are capable of.]
[All these thoughts are fever-quick and immediate; Ronan's been in enough fights for them both.] I just like things to be interesting. You gonna make it interesting?