"Ah, the little Bat Bitch," Jonathan hissed, hitting his knees before lashing out with his arm, going to knock her away and rolling out of her grasp, he stood, watching her cooly, none of the rage he had the last time they met.
His rage was tied up after all in a different purpose.
"Are you sure you want to play this dance? Last time left you all broken inside...and out," he taunted, lashing out with a kick to her head.