[Another grunt, this one louder and more defiant as he slams against the wall, finding himself pinned there, legs hanging fractured and useless beneath him, though he can feel the bones already beginning to right themselves, to slowly knit themselves back together. It'll be a long while before they're strong again, but they'll be usable soon-- if he's not dust by the end of this.]

And you've got this cold bitch act down almost perfect.

[Almost.]

But your insides are squishy like everyone else's. I don't know what you think you're about to accomplish, sweetheart, but I'm feeling awfully inspired to pop in on that kid of yours once we're done.