Vlad lets himself be shoved, and lifts his chin, a look of fierce defiance burning in his eyes.

His hands lift of their own volition to boxer's defence, but too slow, and too low. He feels the blow connect, and his head snaps to the side. The monster roars, but he will not give in to it. He looks back to Javert, the split on his lip oozing dark black blood.

'Mine,' he growls, his voice rough.