Redhawk Caldera and you will do a shit on their graves

She accepted, and Phox was not quick enough to move out of the way. Whether or not he had been slow on purpose or not... well, that's one of those things we'll just never know for sure. What he did know was that his shoulder seared with pain where Vesper's teeth landed a blow. She drew blood, but it was merely a flesh wound. He could tell she had been wounded many times over, and those wounds would never show scars. He had them, too.

Phox pushed himself away, reeling back. He set himself up again, this time circling her slowly, his good shoulder toward her.

Again, he said.