[He shrugs a shoulder. He knows a little about balance. His whole deal kind of depends on it.
He's not surprised when the vampire grabs him roughly by the shoulder, but his own anger bubbles to the surface and without offering any kind of warning, Stiles bites down hard on the vampire's thumb. How's that for irony? he wonders, one hand shooting out to throw a punch toward the guy's face.]
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[He shrugs a shoulder. He knows a little about balance. His whole deal kind of depends on it.
He's not surprised when the vampire grabs him roughly by the shoulder, but his own anger bubbles to the surface and without offering any kind of warning, Stiles bites down hard on the vampire's thumb. How's that for irony? he wonders, one hand shooting out to throw a punch toward the guy's face.]