Hache growled at the others as he always did and limped out as he always did. Though he always lost, it was worse today than ever. The wounds he had contracted from there countless beat downs were getting to him and the bruises on his stomach had swollen and turned a dark black, he was to slow at this point. "she'll see, I'll get her, and her whole damn possy" he let out in anger before slamming the door open to the group he was in, looking to the others in his club.