[He laughs at that, cruel and mean for knowing how absolutely wrong she is. Even if no one else can see it, Caliborn knows how truly great and terrible he will become; that is enough to boost an already-confident cherub into Massive Egoland.]
[The laugh is cut short in a breathless grunt by the stomach blow. It hurts, and he goes down, but he still grins even as the injury gets worse.]
[Not to say he's going to just lay here. He grabs at her leg and pulls, hard.]