Up until this point, Ron and Sasha's altercations had been purely verbal. They were tense, but things never went above some rather choice name-calling. Not tonight. Perhaps it was a combination of the stress of the preceding week, or maybe the Finnish spitz uttered a name that hit a little too close to home. Whatever the reason, Sasha decided she wasn't going to have it today.
Shit just got real.
Welp. Better prep the bodybags. Things are going to get a little bloody.