[i]Theta grinned maniacally, and sprinted up to Zach, throwing a punch at his jaw, but Zach was faster than her; he dodged, his hands still raised.[/i] "Hey. Come on. We can talk about this—" [i]He was cut off by Theta slamming into his slender chest, knocking Zach to the ground, and she torn between finishing what they were going to do the night before or just beat the shit out of Zach, who really didn't mind either. [/i] "No, but really, Miss Mafia. We could negotiate something. You're alive, first of all, meaning I no longer need to lose sleep because of nightmares of your ghost haunting me, and—" [i]Once again cut off by a punch to the jaw, Theta growled at Zach, who just sighed after yelping in pain.[/i] "You shoot me, and expect me to negotiate?" [i]Theta cackled, and punched Zach again, who didn't even raise a finger.[/i] "Well, actually, I didn't expect anything after shooting you—" [i]Another punch. Really, Zach was just trying to get a laugh out of the so-serious Theta; in truth he had nothing to live for, nothing to die for, and so he could willingly throw his life around like a bouncy ball.[/i]