It wasn't really too hard to piss Mason off royally, especially when his mood was like it was now, so when that card again didn't hit him it was becoming aware (at least in his mind, and there were surely times he could be paranoid) to him that the other had to be making fun of him.
That comment was the straw that broke the camel's back for him, so to speak, teeth beginning to clench and then grind together, the spark in his eyes pretty noticable and it seemed as though as time went on it got even worse.
He took the kick but it didn't even knock him down, only made him shudder and take a step back to steady himself, both fists clenching. "What the fuck is with you?!" He snarled, breathing heavily as he spoke, his figurative 'therastat' approaching the boiling point very quickly.
He suddenly rose about two feet in the air and came at him as quick as he could, aiming both fists for somewhere between his chest and face, but his punches were wild so it was hard to say where they might land if they did at all, his right knee aimed for his lower region, his hair flying behind him. Seemed he fought mostly by getting in very close range.