Viktor spat on the floor as he could taste blood in the back of his mouth where Rik had pushed his head against the singer's windpipe. So, he wanted a real fight? The punk would give him one but he frowned at the words around Rik's mother hitting him? He was beaten as a kid? So was Viktor but the cold glare he got from the Dane wasn't one during a scuffle between two men. The man looked seething with rage.

"I can't understand you, you daft bastard."

The blood on his pale features caused Viktor to wonder just how strong Rik really was. At the minute he looked like he wanted to deck the singer in. Steeling himself, he aimed a dodge and aimed to try and get the Dane on the ground so he could hook both arms around him and wrestle him to the ground.