Just a fight for the sake of fighting, for the sake of hurting and being hurt and feeling skin under his fists and fists against his skin, and Reno was letting loose another loud holler when he felt a particularly good swing connect to his ribs.

He was fucking alive, backing off after a minute of more swinging with the world's biggest shit-eating grin on his face before his leg swung up in another kick to wherever it really wanted to go at the time.