[Oho? Did Solomon just whine? Good lord... Nishi chuckles, content to drag out the punchline by taking his time slowly working off his gloves finger by finger.]

You really are a pitiful excuse for a man, Solomon.

[Just what do they see in you?]

But don't worry. I've turned over a new leaf— no grudges, no festering wounds. I prefer to settle things right here, in the moment. That way, we can both move on.

[The first punch snaps out with no prelude, a brutal sucker punch to the left temple— so fast it hardly seems possible he telegraphed it at all.]