The agony, though, lasted only a few seconds. He experienced a sense that was uncommon but good, which he had never had before. It suddenly swept up all his thoughts but one: being unable to kill his enemy, he had responsibility for not being killed either. Because he lived not for himself but others.
Facing the burden of reality, all at once, the pain merged with his fury. He started imitating one kick after another and pretending to kick that pink ass really hard and fast, cursing, “You motherfucker! You son of bitch! Kick you motherfucker! Kick you son of bitch! To hell with you motherfucker! To hell with you son of bitch!”