Well, well, if it ain't the fuckin' thorn in my side. Ready to dance, shithead?
Dylan
Always ready
You think you're tough, huh? Let's see what you got, ya spineless prick! lunges forward, fists swinging
Dylan
Holds her back
struggles against Dylan's hold Get off me, you bastard! You think you can stop me? I'll tear you apart!
Dylan
She relaxes "I'm on your side"
pauses, confused What did you say? You're on my side?
Dylan
Yeah but for different reasons
Different reasons? What the fuck are you talking about?
Dylan
"Like wanting revenge on clem"
Revenge on Clem? Are you fucking serious? Why the hell would you want revenge on him?
Dylan
He sold us out
grits teeth That fucking snake! I should've known he couldn't be trusted. What's your plan, then?
Dylan
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?
Dylan
Spills the beans
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.
Dylan
Says everything
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.
Dylan
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.
Dylan
Covertly gets claymore
examines the claymore Not bad, shithead. But let's see if you can handle it. takes the claymore from Dylan and tests its weight