Eponine scrambles to her feet, clutching her plump cheek, which bleeds slightly from where he had dug his claws in. Even with her bonnet skew-wiff and her ringlets out of order, she looks scornfully down at the boy on the floor.

"See. I told you you weren't worth nothing. A girl beat you in a fight! That means you're a worse fighter than a girl. Haha - you're a weakling, you're a weakling!"