That'll be the thing that does it, Mad Sweeney can tell even before the word lands as hard as a blow and the man stiffens with anger. It's such a fragile fucking thing, masculinity is, and in it lies the difference between posturing and a man who genuinely loves to fight.

Sweeney's glad to know exactly which group he belongs to.

Finally the man lashes out and it's a terrible punch, one Sweeney is sure Tris will see coming a mile away and he snorts with disappointment, rolling his eyes. She'll take him out in short order, he has no doubt of that.