[ Stampede starts talking again, and Wolfwood turns on his heel with a brutal crunch of gravel, body moving of its own accord. He doesn't punch the man -- he sure means to, when he raises his hand, but instead he goes with a shove instead, a palm strike in all but name, right to the center of Stampede's chest. ]

Do you want me to hit you? Is that what this is? Is this some kind of bullshit penance you're doing, makin' me mad enough to knock you down so you can feel all sad and righteous?

[ It didn't kill me, but I wanted it to. Wolfwood leans in closer, hissing right in Stampede's face, close enough to bite. ]

I already killed one of you, and one was enough. You missed your chance, so shut the fuck up.

[ It's really a good thing he doesn't have a gun right now. This walk would take a lot longer if one of them had a couple bullets in their leg. They hurt you too, like he's the victim here. Like he's not the one causing all this pain. ]