"What about our rep?" Ranger grates. "What are the other gangs going to think when they see the Ancients hitting us hard and we don’t hit back?" He sneers at Vladimir, who merely raises an eyebrow, and I feel the sudden urge to go hide behind Box. But Ranger just rags on. "What are the Seoulpa rings going to think when they see us hurt, and then they see us mincing on over to present the dandelion-eaters with a fragging bill? And what are they going to do?"