"[b]GRAAAWR! FINE, IF YOUR PEOPLE DON'T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO PUNISH YOU, I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO DISCIPLINE YOU MYSELF![/b]" [i]Growled the large man. He let go of Miles' collar, then slammed his forearm into the wall, mouthing clearly and silently to the youth.[/i] [b]Play along.[/b] [i]With a rush of wind, the fist made from his right hand thudded heartily into his shoulder, producing a loud noise of impact that dominated the patter of the raindrops. With equally vicious blows, he began to strike himself all over, hitting flesh, leather, and sometimes missing and striking the wall brutally, causing the skin on his fist to begin to tear, a little blood welling up.[/i] "[b]D*MN IT, YOU LITTLE SH*T, STOP SQUIRMING![/b]"