"You'll need more than brawn, though."
"For what?" Jax muttered, wincing at his aching head..
"To survive, for starters."
Jax frowned in annoyance. He'd been surviving just fine for twenty years.
"I'll have you know," he said, raising himself onto his elbow. "That I was trained Raoul Lefevre." That'd teach h-
"That old fraud?" He laughed. "No wonder they caught you."
Infuriated, Jax tried to stand.
"He's a legend!" He shouted. "He's trained the best warriors in the world! He's outsmarted the Metals at every turn! He's a penguin who lives on the moon and I think I have a concussion."
Music of the now: The Streets - Going Through Hell