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[Admittedly, he'd had similar expectations, so it catches him entirely off guard when the tiny fist impacts his shoe and caves in the leather, smashing into his toe. The pain is immediately and surprising, but to his credit he doesn't curse, uttering only a sharp cry before hissing in pain. Hopping back on his other foot, he leans against the wall and lifts the other. God damn. If it wasn't broke it was damn sure going to be a bad sprain. Whatever the outcome, it certainly does wonders for wiping that grin off his face.]

I should crush you like a cockroach...[the threat is very flat, however, because he has a suspicions of how that might end. He winces as he flexes his foot experimentally. This hurts an awful lot for a dream.]