There wasn’t much he could do to defend himself there, even if he was the innocent party. Claiming culpability was his favourite past time, taking the blame upon his (sometimes bony) shoulders when such wasn’t necessary. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. 
      “You can, huh?” Johnny makes an effort to roll his shoulders, limbering up for the fight to come. If the unnatural warming of his blood was any indication, their foes were converging fast on the house that had granted them temporary rest.
      “Guess we won’t have long to see if you’re tellin’ the truth or not.”

_{It was one thing to say he could handle himself. It was another entirely to do so. Not to say that Ky couldn’t – it just was always a fifty-fifty chance he could, but being beaten to a pulp was only half the fun.
    “You shouldn’t doubt me, Johnny.” Or maybe he should, Ky would have in the same position. It wouldn’t have mattered how much training he hand. Ky always was a wild card that much was always certain. No matter who he made alliances with.
     “I may not be the best of company, but trust me… i can deal with anything that’s coming our away.” Or die trying.}