Miguel knew sometimes he could be vicious. As a Cobra, he preferred to spread his hood to ward off his enemies. But if backed into a corner, his venom packed a malicious punch. He was a pragmatic fighter. He knew what weaknesses to aim for.
"Like that move? I learned it from your dad!"
He'd known exactly what to say to set Robby off. And, in the heat of the moment, he'd enjoyed it. Those words soothed that insecure part of him that was always afraid that, if it came down to it, Sensei would pick his son over him.
