[He glares daggers up at her, idly massaging his jaw with his hand and tonguing at what might be a split lip. Mordecai is not at all happy and after a pause he's on his feet, using his height as an advantage to try and put some power over her]
I'm here aren't I? Fuck. You wanna talk, talk. Trust me, you don't want to fight me, little girl.
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I'm here aren't I? Fuck. You wanna talk, talk. Trust me, you don't want to fight me, little girl.