"I beat people, not cows. Look at my shit eating bastards." Ronan gestured expansively to the herd, grazing on grass and chewing cud. "That's not a fair fight. I'm going to find someone who can punch back." As he spoke, he punched the air, grinning almost maliciously by now.

Ronan considered how he could go about boxing or fighting in general while not alerting Adam to the fact that he was risking more concussions. He decided Adam would just have to live with it.