“Kiddo, if you’re looking for a fight you picked the wrong person. You can’t even beat your granddaddy. What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”
He wasn’t in the mood for this. Not for Blackheart, not for Mephisto, not for this little shit. Johnny tiredly ran a hand through his hair and took a swig of something that burned his nose as well as his throat.
“An’ you could do better?”
Johnny wasn’t wrong though – Ky couldn’t beat either of them. Not even if he pulled every trick he knew. Maybe one day it would be ideally possible, but not right now. Not when he could only win fights by the skin of his teeth (on good days).