Eddie reacted quickly, his muscles burning through the swift motions. He grabbed at Norman's utility belt (a utility belt, he thought, why did I think that?) and ripped at it. For as good a fabric it was, every set of molecules could be torn -- this was no exception. He found the weak point and yanked. The move would confuse Norman, he was sure of it. It was bewildering distraction, almost playful. Mocking, insulting. Tense and certainly not on Norman's terms.

He yanked off the belt. And whipped it across Norman's face.

"Well, if I get choices."

The belt backhanded Norman, whatever it contained slapped against his flesh.