Clay had been wary of Angelica since their first meeting. She just gave off that cop vibe, strong enough to set his teeth on edge even worse than the meteorites. The disastrous scouting mission had sealed it: he hated her. So it was pure unadulterated joy to finally get into it with Copzilla again, every muttered curse and grunt of pain making a counterpoint to the percussion of fists and elbows and knees.
Angelica head-butted him and he boxed her ears. How about a little ringing in your ears, pig-bitch? Beautiful music.