I am horrible at writing fight scenes :|||
Charon met her gaze, raising one eyebrow. He set his drink down, grabbing the hand she had just finished looking at, none too gently either. Turning her wrist at an awkward angle that probably wasn't terribly comfortable, he made a show of inspecting them for himself. Melinoe had been his friend for a very, very long time, and the thought of Ate hurting her just because she was bored...it lit a spark in his belly. So if Ate wanted a fight, she'd get it. He'd even be a gentleman (sort of) and strike the first blow. Which he did, right across Ate's cheek.