You're in argument with your enemy, Ezra Chase. But when you were about to leave the room, he blocked your way.

"Get out of my way, Ezra." You looked dead into his eyes, a smirk formed on his face.

You slapped him hard, leaving a red mark on his cheek. His smirk remained, his hand moved to touch his cheek.

"Is that really all you got? You can do better than that." He taunted you, "Unless you're really that weak, like how they said you were."