Time to step up

[a magical taco]

The table skidded past Richard but the candle found its mark and it him in the chest. It would leave a bruise but Richard held his ground. He was already recasting his previous spell. A trick to help him recall anything he knew about fighting. He looked down at the place where the candle had hit him and noticed a ring of soot and more than a few drops of wax. The damage to his shirt gave Richard enough grievance to finally show his first flash of real anger. "Seriously, why is it always MY fucking clothes", he said, clinching his fist at his sides. He looked up to see Rebecca on her feet, she was ready for him now. Richard recalled the layout of the room for where something valuable might be sitting. He settled for a random trinket that looked fancy enough and threw it back at her as hard as he could. He figured if she wanted to see him angry he would do it in his way, not her's. "I'm tired of my fucking clothes getting ruined around here!" he shouted picking up another trinket and throwing it her way. It wasn't even close, missing her by nearly three feet. "Fuck up this fucking tie and I will send everything you fucking own to the fucking astral realm" he tried to scream. 'fuck this fuck fuck and fuck with the fuck while fuck' he chuckled to himself beneath his anger. 'The universal sentence for you really pissed me off now'.