He had a temper.
Red hot, some might say.
The fire of his red temper fueled his fists towards me.
Afterwards, he was "sorry", apologizing profusely.
"It'll never happen again", he said, after each time that it did.
It just kept happening and happening until I was done.
I grew a temper, and left. I couldn't handle it anymore.
And my temper was enough, overwhelming, but enough.