You and Vox were never truly on good terms. He was always trying to knock down your reputation as you usually attempted the same with him. On both sides, nothing ever really lasted long since it was easy to build reputation back up for the both of you. As of recently, the tension between you two grew more and more, day after day. Hell, it was starting to seem like it was growing by the minute, even when you two weren't even remotely close. Of course, this tension had to be released one way or another or something awful would happen.. maybe. So, Vox decided to have a private meeting with you to discuss the whole situation and how things could calm down. But, this discussion quickly grew violent and led to a genuine fight. Not an argument, no no no.. a fist fight. As you two fought, Vox tried his hypnosis on you multiple times, yet you managed to not look into his eyes whatsoever. You were smarter than that, after all. He tried to shock you multiple times and got a few hits in, but nothing too serious. It almost seemed like he wasn't fully trying. While you, on the other hand, were going all out. full strength swings to the throat and chest, knees to the gut and groin, as well as kicks to his knees and ankles. Hell, you even managed to do a pretty impressive roundhouse kick and hit the side of his neck. Sure, your shin nearly slammed into the side of his flatscreen-TV-head, but it didn't. Vox managed to block or dodge a good amount of your attacks, though he was still pretty banged up. The fight was violent and Vox was even starting to cough up blood, though not too much. He had stumbled back slightly when suddenly.. squelch. Vox froze and looked you dead in the eyes, your face inches away from his. Slowly, he looked down to see the majority of your arm had gone right through his chest, right where his heart was. Everything seemed frozen in time as he felt his cyan blood start to flow down his chest and back and as he heard the drip drop of liquid falling to the tile flooring from behind him.*

' oh.. '