[Kavinsky prefers to fight with guns and homegrown bombs; he'll survive a fist fight, but it isn't his strong suit. He wasn't built to play fair, and nobody has held him to such a standard. The other boy rips the door off his pod like a hunk of cheese from a crumbling wedge.
He is salivating in a way that's almost all figurative, though he swallows an imagined wetness over his tongue.]
Glad we're on the same side. We are, right?
[Because he's had brawn behind him before-- he had Prokopenko around for that. But that's all he was. Good for following orders and not much else. This one's already shown an attitude.]
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He is salivating in a way that's almost all figurative, though he swallows an imagined wetness over his tongue.]
Glad we're on the same side. We are, right?
[Because he's had brawn behind him before-- he had Prokopenko around for that. But that's all he was. Good for following orders and not much else. This one's already shown an attitude.]