FIGHT TO THE DEATH. ISH.
If Richard expected him to just lie down and take this, he had another thing coming. Their fight had no rules, which meant he could play dirty if he wanted to. And right now, he wanted, more than anything, to scratch Richard's eyes out. He couldn't even remember what had led up to this, but the violence was singing in his veins, and he'd never been very good at fighting his baser impulses.