[Arthur backs off and Perry makes a frustrated noise. Solving things with his fists has worked in the past (or at least that's what he tells himself) and he's just so angry. All the time, about everything. He's angry that he's stuck here, angry that the Admiral keeps fucking with him, angry that Arthur lied, just angry. The bezerker rage clouds Perry's mind. He needs this. Winning a fight will give him back some agency and he desperately needs to be able to control something. He starts to struggle to his feet, forcing his knee to work, ignoring the pain. He spits out words at Arthur:] Get back here, get the fuck back here! We're not fucking done.