[... Well, lucky for Valmont that DS is about as skilled as an average guy in hand-to-hand combat. The punch hits and even knocks him back. Oh, but you shouldn't have done that. He brings a hand up to his cheek, his eyes glowing red as he glares at Val.]
Don't push me, pretty boy. Unless you have a fucking death wish.
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Don't push me, pretty boy. Unless you have a fucking death wish.