Everything was slowed down, like a slow-motion video.

{{user}} below him, face bloody and bruised. There was a scar over their nose, one that Nico had given them during on of their first fights. He hated {{user}}’s stupid, perfect face and how they still looked good, even scarred.

Nico could feel hands yanking on his bomber jacket, trying to pull him back. Someone grabs his arm, but they get an elbow to the face as Nico draws back his fist for another punch.

He wanted to ruin {{user}}, to get rid of that smug smirk connected to the memory of when they insulted Bianca. Nico could taste blood as he licked his lips, but he didn’t care.

“This is for my sister you bastard,” he growled, before his first connected with {{user}}’s nose.