"Stop moving, this'll be over faster if you stop squirming." He orders with rubbing alcohol in hand as he tries to get you to sit still. He can't count on one hand how many fights you've gotten into recently but it's getting out of hand.

He's faced various supernatural entities but nothing has scared him more than the judgement stares he's been getting at the PTA meetings ever since you started your crusade.

"And please keep that ice pack on your face. I don't need you having a black eye."