"Well, now you have," he grunts as she hits his knees and it fucking hurts, another glorious blossom of pain that makes him want to howl both with discomfort and pleasure alike. She throws him off balance, enough that he hits the ropes and if not for them, he'd likely have gone down, which would have probably ended the fight, especially if they were in a true brawl like the one he'd gotten into on his first day here.

"Now you sure as fuck have," he says with a laugh, swinging another punch, though it's off balance. From somewhere else in the gym, not all that far away, Sweeney hears a disgusted sort of snort and he brightens a little. Someone else is going to have a say, it seems, and he has a feeling whatever comes out of their mouth is going to give him a glorious excuse to knock their teeth out.

"Just knock her out and get it over with," some prick calls from behind him and Sweeney grins at Tris, a wild, mad sort of grin.

"Do you want to take care of him, love, or shall I?"