"[color=9e0039]Eye for an eye, ball for a ball, bitch.[/color]" Trick said through gritted teeth, he kicked upwards the metal reinforced tip raising toward the hunters genitals. His book covered in flame, he kicked with all his might. The boot only inches away from it's target, a pained smile stretched across Trick's face at the thought of the hunters soon to be lost children. The collective pained gasps signified both attacks had hit, leaving both the hunter and Trick dazed and in pain.