on sight means on sight. hugo & charlie, blitz.

Maybe my parents should have taught me to use my words instead of my fists, but they're dead, so I throw the punch the minute I see a flash of red hair.

Don't give a fuck if it's the wrong ginger, maybe I'd have learned to beg for forgiveness instead of asking for permission if my parents hadn't gotten themselves executed. Red hair means trouble, there's fair and few between left in Three that don't have the surname Belgrave. I told them if they came anywhere near me or my brother they'd regret it, guess Hugo didn't get the memo.

"Wrong night to come to our part of town, Red," it is Hugo, once I get a good look at him in the dull flickering light of a lamp post. We staked our claim, last to pick, but we made it ours, my brother and I. The shittiest part of town, the grimiest, the one parents don't want their children going anywhere near in the day time, let alone at night.

Too bad our parents are dead, no thanks to his Mom and Pops.

"Heard you laid a hand on my brother. Bad idea."

I swing again, aiming for the throat, smiling.

I get a kick out of beating up Belgraves.

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Bruised Left Arm -- 2 damage