[His thirst for violence momentarily sated, Ronan almost comes off calm. His movements and thoughts are slow and decisive as he works through then without the easy answer, the inevitable road leading to his next fight.]
[Fair is fair, and technically, she won.] Nah. Never fought my younger brother. I'm just not a fucking pushover. Your loss. [But he's rubbing his wounded ear with a grimace.]
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[Fair is fair, and technically, she won.] Nah. Never fought my younger brother. I'm just not a fucking pushover. Your loss. [But he's rubbing his wounded ear with a grimace.]