T-that's right! It's great for me and bad for you!

[Since Heine isn't moving any closer, Yarne straightens up just a little. Never before has there been such an expression of anxiety written on someone's face before. He's terrified and squinting at Heine, sizing him up because maybe he can spot his weapons or tell how many people he's killed by the amount of blood on his clothes because clearly it's not his own.

Heine looks too scary to be in distress, Yarne thinks.]

M-my mom taught me special punches for people like you. So don't even think about it!