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Message: <blockquote data-quote="duhexenhase" data-source="post: 5116186" data-attributes="member: 88511">"You want me to hit you? Me as in myself? And with my hand? That's not really what I'm good at. I'm much better at making others hit for me." Meepo glanced over at Shorrin, but didn't find his most ardent ally standing and ready to come to his own offense. Meepo held his clenched fist up, noticing that it was barely the size of the pig's snout."Ok," he assured himself, "here goes nothing. For blood and for honor!", he called as he wound up like a pitcher. His spindly arm turned several looping circles before he pivoted, charging forward and swinging wide. Too wide.The punch missing the mark he tumbled to the ground, between the legs of Tonk. "I can do it. I don't need your help."He rolled back and sprung to his feet. Setting his sights on his target and, again, charged with all the ferocity he could muster. His eyes closed, his hand met its mark, Tonks kneecap. Immediately Meepo howled in pain, clutching his throbbing fist with his other hand. "That really hurt!"</blockquote>