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

He might have been more satisfied with the outcome of his tactics had it not immediately resulted in painful repercussions- but it was still deliciously satisfying to feel even for just a fledgeling of a moment that he had proved Penn Blackthorn wrong. It turned out that his cousin was not immune to pain, a fact Bronco had gladly pointed out when he'd stepped his foot down purposefully on one of his most sensitive areas. There was no dignity in making such a move when he already had his opponent pinned, but it still made him feel like a king to see Penn writhe in pain within seconds of seeing him look so smug. He might have stolen the look for his own had he not had to snarl and snap in response to the sudden flash of stained, ivory fangs that caught him by the corner of his jaw. 

He was wrenched free from Penn's grasp when Figment collided with him, shoving him to the side where he stumbled so awkwardly off Penn that he twisted his left front ankle. Instinctively he snapped, teeth clicking together in the air between himself and his step-brother, hissing a pained breath through his teeth as he glared. Figment hadn't necessarily chosen a side, but he had chosen to keep him and Penn from tearing each other apart. Blood trickled from his jawline in a place not far from where the flesh had been torn months ago by a badger- it appeared, then, that he'd discovered a spot that was a personal weakness of his. He would have to mind that, as it was far too close to his jugular for comfort. With his ankle throbbing, he felt unfit to challenge Figment, but also found that he didn't need to. He avoided placing weight on his ankle and glared down at Penn, an ugly smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. Figment seemed to have taken over- but at least Bronco had made his point.