Neither was Reilly. And, indeed, he was already starting to shift into position - fists clenched, ready to lunge down to Damian's level - before he stopped.
"Are you kidding, pipsqueak? I... wait, no. What am I doing?" He frowned. "I get it. You have something to prove. But I am not going to fight a kid. No matter how trained he claims to be."
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"Are you kidding, pipsqueak? I... wait, no. What am I doing?" He frowned. "I get it. You have something to prove. But I am not going to fight a kid. No matter how trained he claims to be."