They were, all of them, so ready to throw themselves at Guy. To sacrifice their freedom for one suckerpunch. Tuck had been quiet and calm, but out of nowhere, when Robin suggested facing him one on one, Tuck slammed his fist into the table so hard the crack echoed. Then he doubled over from the pain of it.
"Fuck! That wasn't well thought through. None of you are going after him on my account, do you hear me!?"