You have effectively shown it who runs things around here. It should know better than to try to challenge you! But you are aware that it'll always stay pinned there, staring at you, awaiting the next battle. Prepared time and time again, certain of its defeat but triumphant and persistent enough that it thinks it'll get past you without so much as one more dart in its ugly mug.

In a way, you feel as if it always has some form of victory over you, each time you two duel. A shallow, yet painful victory. It holds the pleasure of having already beaten you, but it is too modest to let you know.

Not that you actually took the time to throw anything, that was all in your imagination.