[He bobs his head, and all that pent up energy building up to a scrap seems to settle into something satisfied with even the idea of going up against some Terminator motherfucker who can control the environment. God, it's been too long. His fingers flex to grip, but there's nothing there. Way way way too long.]

And he puts up this incredible fight, and it's real. No pulled punches, only cuts where it's subtle. No fucking CGI, not wherever you can avoid it. My eyes always glaze over at that shit, trying to make one medium something that it isn't. Just a man against a machine who has forsaken his humanity. Shit. That'd be cool.