"I know how to put on a bandaid and to stop the bleeding," Bigby shrugged. "I don't mind a few scars. Scars are cool, aren't they?"

Besides, the more battered and bruised he looked, the more bad he seemed. Each cut was like a badge of honor and he wanted to appear the biggest and the baddest around. It was less about the fight and more about the image. Once people were scared of you, they stopped bothering you and you were pretty much left alone. That's all he wanted, wasn't it?

Bigby flexed his hand and nodded. "Better than I could have done. At least I won't bleed all over the food."