He doesn;t give him the chance to stand this time, even if he wanted to. Because...this guy? Calling him weak?

Hell no.

He lashes out with his boot again, catching him hard in the chest, then in the ribs, then in the solar plexus.

'Me weak? You're the one that couldn't stand to lose you're eyes and practically fucking begged for them to be back.'

Another punch to the jaw, hard enough to make his knuckles split and start to bleed.

'You think I didn't see your face when I threatened to not get Nita to help you? You fucking panicked right there, you little pussy. So don't you dare call me weak.'