Firefly Glen you were a child crawling on your knees toward him.

Penn had expected that Bronco might eventually try to attack him, but he’d hoped to do a little more to earn it first. I mean, at least let him have a little fun before the beating began. But, that seemed not to be in the cards for Penn, which he ultimately was okay with. Getting such a rise so easily was gratifying enough for him.

The Blackthorn didn’t try to avoid it, nor did he even fight back. He stayed relaxed as the impact came, knowing that if he tensed then he was likely to get hurt more. He went down easily, a laugh spilling from his lips that halted only momentarily as he was slammed into the ground.

He settled a little when he heard Fig’s question, but his grin didn’t falter. He was still on his back beneath Bronco, his eyes watchful though it was to Figment he spoke. ”Not really in a position to chat anymore, mate,” he answered, smirking, ”’Less you wanna get this ox off of me.”