I happen to have some gay friends. And I bet any of them could kick your ass. Hell, if I weren't the embodiment of perfection, they'd probably be able to kick my ass.

It is not your business to succeed, but to do right. When you have done so the rest lies with god.

If you come, you better come in force because I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake, my aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die." I jammed my knife into the table and walked out.

She struggled against him and then kicked him with her knee, right between his legs. He won’t be treating her like this. Bastard. There was a fury inside her, that made her disliking of guys even bigger.
He stumbled back, his hand loosening his trip. His face is twisted in pain, and he was completely out of the breath. Angel felt satisfaction. He deserved that.
"How about this, you ignorant asshole! Keep your hands off of me and leave me alone!" she spat at his face. She barely held back, to not kick him again.

He could prod you gently or kick you in the ass,

Or what Mr. O' Bannon, are you going to kick my ass? I've read all about your ridiculous escapades. So, how does it feel to kill a Mummy with your bare hands? Only a nation of uneducated rednecks would believe such cowboy drivel.