[In stark contrast, Ragnar is downright frosty, a cold calm glaring daggers through Dodger.]
You are doing a very poor job so far. [He practically spat the words. Before he could say anything else Dodger's burning hand was on him again sending searing, burning pain through his jaw. He tried to wrench away, taking a swing at Dodger as he did, not caring at all if he burned more of his hand if the punch connected.
Half a second after Dodger stood up, Ragnar rolled over and forced himself to his feet as quickly as he could, reaching for the closest kitchen knife he could. Sadly, he ended up hurling the blade at a burst of smoke and sparks with a frustrated snarl.]
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You are doing a very poor job so far. [He practically spat the words. Before he could say anything else Dodger's burning hand was on him again sending searing, burning pain through his jaw. He tried to wrench away, taking a swing at Dodger as he did, not caring at all if he burned more of his hand if the punch connected.
Half a second after Dodger stood up, Ragnar rolled over and forced himself to his feet as quickly as he could, reaching for the closest kitchen knife he could. Sadly, he ended up hurling the blade at a burst of smoke and sparks with a frustrated snarl.]