"'Cause I can't barely see you," Daryl growls back, but the fighting is, honestly, doing wonders for his mood. He can hit the thing that's been making him angry. He doesn't have to bottle up the rage as another but of evidence he's some redneck interloper freak.

Also, the kid gives-- not as good as he gets, but pretty good. If he can't pin the little shit, he'll just swing for him. He's got great aim-- archer and all-- and a hell of a hook on both massive arms. Because Daryl's feeling more malicious than dire, he aims for the eye instead of the throat.