"Yeah?" Roddy asked with a slight nod, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing or run. "'Cause from where I was standing, it looked like a pretty good thing I did. You know what a paw that big could do to a one pound rodent?"

Sure, it wouldn't have killed him, but it wouldn't have felt good, either.

"And didn't I just say to give me some fucking space?" he asked, lunging forward with all of his strength on the last two words, trying to shove Daryl back. If he succeeded, he was going to make a run for it.