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Jason appeared not to be moved by the anger or the threats, Holding up his hands as if welcoming an attack. It was almost like he wanted the violence, Like he was itching for the fight that was sure to come.
Even as other members approached the scene, Jason merely began to step away like he was changing his mind. It was making him nervous, being closed in like this, But this was what he wanted, right?
If wanted a fist fight, and he was going to get one. "You can't hurt me, Fuckface, By the way?" This was it, This was the fight or flight...
He round-house kicked the car door hard enough to leave a dent. "That's for your shitty windows messing up my friends hand."
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