A snarl escapes him as his fist connects with Lucas' arm. No, he wasn't winning - never mind that this was just a dream, Lucas couldn't win this time. His words and his grin are only more infuriating and any guilt Xavier had is gone. He's only trembling fury, ready to lash out whether it be with words or fists.
His balled hands come first, one after the other - not aiming as much as using Lucas as his personaly punching bag. Words come along, following like throw daggers. "Except you're wrong. Karma will swing around and put you in that same position." His voice was hoarse with anger, barely over a whisper. "Your time will come. I have survived and I am coming. Do you hear that? I'm coming to make you pay."