[The shithead is pretty quick. He's left wondering if he should let some blows land just for the sake of kindness, but... eh. He's not feeling particularly kind. Midnighter palms them all, matching force for force, his stance becoming more defensive, more solid.]
Try aiming for the stomach, I hear that does a number on people.
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Try aiming for the stomach, I hear that does a number on people.
[He's just curious to see if Streaker will try.]