James was less than amused as this jerk punched him. It fucking hurt. He had even offered to let Damon have a go at the idiot blond and he gets punched? What the fuck? But he wasn't going to back down. Just because he didn't fight 'fairly' or whatever, didn't mean he was going to cower from this jerk and apologize for something he wasn't sorry for.
"Fuck you."
With that, James tried to headbutt Damon to at least get out of this situation. To get better footing and show this guy not to mess with him.
Meanwhile, Galinda just curled up in herself. It hurt. A lot. The blows from the past few days, especially today. The words spinning in her head. Always there to remind her. Remembering Fiyero and how he was what made her realize this about herself. After all. Fiyero had said he loved her and yet used her for nothing but sex. Led her on.
Still, she should probably tell Damon to just let James go. That it wasn't worth it, that it didn't matter. He could kill James if he really wanted to. Biting her lower lip, Galinda stood up to try and put an end to this, she hated fighting. Oh she was catty and could be cruel verbally when trying to fit in, but that didn't mean she approved of people dying. Instead, she stumbled and whimpered in pain from the movement. So much for that plan. She just wanted to sleep. That was acceptable, right?