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Tony felt something slam into his right cheek, and almost instantly he found himself skidding on the ground. Dirt filled his mouth--not an unfamiliar taste--and it took him a few seconds to stop seeing double.

As he pulled himself up, though, he found that he....strangely enough....wasn't so much mad as he was confused. The guy had hit him? That wasn't what they had agreed on....Sure, it was unexpected, but the difference between this punch and the one last night was he didn't really feel threatened. His brothers--especially his older ones--and sometimes even his sisters knocked him to the ground all the time (albeit not always as strong as this particular one), but it was usually 'play' fighting. Or...them just being bored. Or him being in the way. This, though completely unexpected, was strangely....expected? Did that even make sense?

Tony staggered to his feet, nearly falling over, his cheek throbbing like mad. He probably had a bruise. To get any sort of result, he'd need to feel threatened. Like last night. Threatened or angry. Upset. Panicked. He needed that emotion. And if this guy wanted to do it physically, then so be it.

"You...you'll have to....have to actually...beat....b-beat me up," Tony instructed, hands on his knees.