"I think he was done long before he was dragged into the ring," Sweeney answers. "That was fuckin' pathetic, lad. If you're gonna flap your lips, you ought to at least have somethin' to back up all that swagger or something like this happens and you wind up lookin' a damn sight foolish."

But at least the chances of him giving Tris a hard time from now on are significantly lower. It might not stop him entirely, but there's a good group of people here who have seen her easily best him and that will help.

He steps forward and drops down to one knee, his big leg beside the man's head. "You didn't even try, but not you know it ain't so easy to take someone down just because they're small. Lesson learned, right?" he asks, then gives the man's cheek a gentle pat before he rises again and offers his hand to Tris to help her up.