Disclaimer: don't own it. Nope. None. Except maybe the way Smith's thinking… that's a bit OOC.
Punch, kick, block, kick, block, punch, grab foot, twist. Punch, throw, smirk, kick. Adjust sunglasses.
He's lying on the floor, a bit of blood on his mouth. I stand, wait for him to get up. He does. I'm right. I'm always right. Of course I'm always right. No duh. I'm an Agent. I rule.
Oh, and he's running. Better stick up a fist. Yep, there he goes, running right into it. Stupid humans. Their poor, poor brains can't work fast enough. Pathetic. And sad.
I think I pity them, sometimes. Hm… that's something I'm not telling the other two. Somehow, I don't think they'd appreciate me pitying humans.
Oh, there he goes, running at me again. idiot. I'll just put my foot up, and… dammit. He jumped.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Not really.
But that's not the point.
The point is that he kicked me. Hey… he kicked me. He can't do that!
Ugh. Time to teach somebody a lesson.
Okay… if I just put my hand like this… oh, damn. There goes his foot, hitting my head.
No big deal.
Hey… wait a moment…
Why is the world brighter…?
NOOO…
My… sunglasses!
ARGH! KILL! Someone's gonna die!
(twenty thousand and one point four seven zero one two bucks says it's not me)