A little.

"How did you-" John could hear Grace start to speak from inside the house before the door suddenly clicked shut between them as Chad stepped outside. John already hated him down to his name... it just sounded so... douchey. The worst part for John was probably just how weak the man seemed to actually be. If anything, it only implied to him that Grace was just choosing not to fight him back; she was just letting him do those things to her as he pleased, and he clearly had no problem taking advantage of her, despite the fact that she was almost three times his level.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" The other, beefier man all but yelled at John as he stepped outside after him. His chest physically slammed into the smaller gamer as he moved, and the two of them both stumbled backwards out into the 'seclusion' that was the front yard of Grace's house. Thankfully, it was early enough that there was nobody else out there to see the two of them going head to head. "How the fuck do you know my name?" One of the other man's large, beefy finger stabbed into the front of John's chest as he spoke. John couldn't stop the little chuckle that slipped out past his lips.

"It's funny, but..." he paused as they both came to a stop in the center of the yard, "yesterday, I might not have even been able to handle you. I would have had **** but to turn away and leave you about your despicable business, but today..." John could see Chad's brow furrowing slightly as he talked. He didn't understand a thing... and it only made it feel just that much better for John.

A loud sickening crack echoed off the panels on the front of Grace's two story home as John abruptly reached up and, with all of the twenty points of strength he had available, jerked the burly finger stabbing into his chest to the side. Chad's whole hand twisted in John's grasp as his limb was completely yanked and popped into a direction that it was not meant to go.

CRITICAL!
-10 HP

The sound of John crushing his hand was only drowned by the sudden squeak and pained screams of Chad as John twisted and pulled until the larger man was suddenly down on his knees. Immediately, John could feel a part of his stomach turning at the thought of doing something like this, and he nearly threw up because of it, but as quickly as he could manage, John **** his Gamer's Mind ability to take effect, and the nausea was flushed from his system.

His own features hardened and solidified with his actions, and after a couple seconds of composing himself, he pulled on Chad's hand to **** the man to face him. He was thinking clearl- no... logically. Calling his train of thought clear didn't do his normal state of mind any justice; this way just had the lack of emotions to help guide his path. This way... it made bearing what he wanted to do just that much easier on John.

-8 HP

Again another echo bounced off the walls of Grace's house as John's fist slammed into the bridge of the dealer's nose. A cracking noise actually vibrated through the whole of his fist as it sunk into Chad's face and the larger man nearly fell to the ground. He would have fallen too, if not for the fact that John was still holding him up by one of his mangled fingers just so he could hit him again.

-8 HP
-8 HP
-9 HP

"Today, I'm not going to bother with ignoring you, Chad." There was a slight pause again as John repeated his first name again and the larger man slowly moved to look up at John. The red, disfigured image of Chad weakly staring back up at him burned into John's mind as he spoke. "For a couple moments at least, you and your 'actions' have my undivided attention so listen well..." He emphasized his last word with a sharp squeeze around Chad's hand. John could feel himself starting to stumble a bit as he spoke. He wasn't sure what it was that he wanted to say to this guy, but he wanted it to be good. He wanted it to be intimidating, like a good line in a movie. The problem he had to get past was that he had never really been intimidating before. He was working in new territory now.

"...If I see another mark or blemish on Grace at any point, then..." It was a good start. He had a nice build up, and off to the side, a part of him registered that Grace had finally followed them outside. He could hear her calling out to them out of worry and fear when she saw the state of Chad. It was his moment to finally send the threat home. He had to really hit the last nail into his coffin... or something like that. "I-I will hurt you... b-badly..."

Nailed it.

"John!" Grace snapped suddenly as he finally let Chad go. He watched for a couple seconds as Grace ran to their side and fell before Chad. Immediately, John could see how torn she was between reacting about this. She hesitated, torn between looking at his knuckles or Chad's for injuries, as if there was some need for her to make the right choice. It was like a part of her didn't know who she should have been siding with, and while it hurt to see her hesitate like that, he was glad that a part of him was getting through to her even with a tyrant like Chad standing over her shoulder.

Her boyfriend's expression changed as the three of them came closer together. His face shifted, changing slowly first from a mask of twisted pain and worry, to one of horror when he finally managed to clear his eyes enough and looked at his mangled hand, then finally back to a familiar rage that John felt he had already seen one too many times...

"Why you little fuc-" The larger man was cut off suddenly as John abruptly shoved forward again, looming dangerously over the half kneeling form of Grace's boyfriend. His hands, which had begun to rise from their place at his side, clenched and tightened visibly as his first instinct somehow actually changed into something that he wasn't used to. It wasn't about trying to lower the pressure on a hostile moment, or running from a situation anymore... He felt like he wanted to hit the man! He nearly even dropped the control Gamer's Mind gave him just to do it again.

It was Grace though who eventually stopped him from charging headlong into another battering of Chad. When she saw John start to move, she stopped hesitating. She just stepped up and put herself between them. Her hands pressed against the new rigidity of John's chest as she began to push and hold to keep them apart. Thankfully, in his state, John was easy to calm down.

"...Alright, let's put it this way." The idea hit him almost like a ton of bricks. If he couldn't intimidate him, then perhaps the answer was found another way. "If you don't leave Grace alone..." he paused as he felt Grace step in close and wrap her hands around one of his arms. Her insistent tugging was almost like some nagging in the back of his head, a lone, quiet voice meant to keep him at bay. It was something that was just supposed to be telling him that it was all done. There was no need for him to go further, but from the look on Chad's face, John knew better than that. "...then one day you're going to wake up, try to go about your normal business as a dealer, and then get a big old surprise visit from a bunch of cops." All the noise outside Grace's house slowly died down.

"You'll be slapped into a pair of handcuffs..." he slowly slipped out of Grace's hands, "thrown into court..." he could feel their eyes staring deep into him as John revealed just how much he already knew about Chad, "and then dragged before a cellmate who can give you a few bruises the next time you're feeling randy, understand?" There was a split second of time where Chad's surprised and angry expression remained on his face and it didn't seem like the message had gotten through again. It was like he was just stuck in the mood to fight with him, so John spoke up again. "Do not make me repeat myself, Mr. Chad Ricken."

John watched as more surprise and then worry began to flood the other man's features. A slow trickle of quivering that had started in Chad's lip from all the pain just began to shake more and more as John stood there, a new air of fear seeping into the atmosphere.

"Nod," he ordered firmly and was happy to watch as movement slowly eased back into Chad's incensed features. "Good." He turned to Grace. She didn't look to be in a state for running, and he was low on time to get to school now.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he said and just walked away.