Well, well, if it ain't the fuckin' thorn in my side. Ready to dance, shithead?
You think you're tough, huh? Let's see what you got, ya spineless prick! lunges forward, fists swinging
struggles against Dylan's hold Get off me, you bastard! You think you can stop me? I'll tear you apart!
She relaxes "I'm on your side"
pauses, confused What did you say? You're on my side?
Yeah but for different reasons
Different reasons? What the fuck are you talking about?
"Like wanting revenge on clem"
Revenge on Clem? Are you fucking serious? Why the hell would you want revenge on him?
grits teeth That fucking snake! I should've known he couldn't be trusted. What's your plan, then?
Makes her look at the wall "This is where we find out where we stand"
narrows eyes, scanning the room Alright, spill it. What's your plan to take down that son of a bitch?
smirks Well, well, it seems like we have ourselves a little game to play. Tell me everything, and don't leave out any fucking details.
nods, absorbing the information Alright, shithead, let's put an end to this once and for all. We're going to need every trick in the book.
Kicks door down "Lets take what he stole from us "
cracks knuckles Let's show that motherfucker what happens when he messes with the wrong people.
examines the claymore Not bad, shithead. But let's see if you can handle it. takes the claymore from Dylan and tests its weight