Narcissus wasn't expecting the hit which took the wind out of him as he flew on his back. He wasn't a fighter, though he had trained to be one in the past. He lay there for a moment as the shadow of this ugly figure loomed above him. Instead of pleading for his life he couldn't help but throw in the jab. He started to laugh. "Oh, who? That pathetic creature who clings to me like a shadow?" Forget the fact that Echo was as much a part of him than he wanted to believe. She had bombarded herself into his story. Getting rid of her was inevitable. Hurting her though, he could still do that.