I'll run him over, just to impress you!

Daytona sits on a stool and takes a drink from a goblet, smiling as he does. His eyes have been on a woman that has entered a few moments ago and doesn't want to lose a chance to go out with her. With a spin off his stool, he approaches the woman with haste and picks a spot next to her.

Daytona: How's it going? Enjoying your drink?

The woman turns to Daytona, letting him see her face. While she shows disinterest, Daytona's confident smirk doesn't stop.

Daytona: Tonight seems to be a lucky day for both of us. I get to talk with the effervescent and lovely assassin, Laura Kinney. While you are being swooned by the best horse racer of all time.

Laura Kinney shoves Daytona away, making him fall to the floor. She returns to her drink, only to see Daytona lying on her table, staring at her.

Daytona: Not losing me that easy.

Laura Kinney: Then a knife into your throat will do it.

Daytona: You're not giving me a chance to sweep you off your feet. Believe me, if you would allow me, the ride of your life on my horse, Hornet will take your breath away.

Laura Kinney: Bug off, human! Go fight someone!

Daytona gives a look around and sees The Big Hurt, nods and redirects his attention to Laura Kinney.

Daytona: If it means speaking with you another day, I'll do it.

With a fluid motion, Daytona moves from the table and approaches The Big Hurt.

Daytona: I challenge you to a fight!

With intense speed, Daytona's glove gets whipped off and strikes across The Big Hurt's face.

Daytona: Tonight, in the arena, I will run laps around you, just as I do on the track!

The Big Hurt wipes the spat of blood that is dripping from his lip he takes a long hard look at Daytona

The Big Hurt: You have got to be mad...

TBH licks his lips getting all the blood off of his lip, he then spits the blood right into the face of Daytona

The Big Hurt: Bring your gal, bring the whole pud down for all I care, because tonight, I will show the world what type of fighter I am.

The Big Hurt squeaks out a little smirk from his bloody now swollen lip, he then looks at Laura Kinney

The Big Hurt: And I sure as hell know I can impress a gal much better then you can.

Daytona pulls a handkerchief and wipes the blood off.

Daytona: This won't be the last I see of this color running down your face, I'm sure.

Laura Kinney huffs away, not wanting someone to fight for her attention. As she gets to the doorframe, The Mark passes through as well. For what feels like eternities, the two killers keep their eyes locked on each other, waiting to see a weakness as they continue on their way.

Daytona goes to look at Laura and realizes she's gone.

Daytona: Where'd she go off to?

TBH laughs heartily at Daytona's confusion and goes his own way. Daytona goes to strike TBH from behind when his fist gets stopped by the grip of The Mark as he sits at a stool and motions for a drink.

The Mark: Don't kid yourself. If you strike him here, you'll get more than one man on you.

Daytona pulls his hand away and goes to strike The Mark until he sees the glow of The Mark's eyes.

Daytona: Oh-!

The Mark: Get walking.

Daytona stands in shock for a few moments before shaking off the disbelief and heading out. The Mark receives his drink and stares into it.

The Mark: Laura... what is a high-blood demon assassin doing in my personal domain?