> CS: Three minutes.
Aw, he’s trying so hard. This is fucking precious to you, in a way that only children attempting violence can be. It’s like you’re sparring with a five-year-old Dave all over again. It’s not hard to remember that you’re nearly twice as old as he is, with all the experience that those years entail. In your eyes, he’s definitely still a child.
He telegraphs his hits. It’s like he’s never been in a fight before. It’s your shoulder he goes after first, which makes it easy to literally roll with the punch and take it by absorbing the impact into easy backwards movement. But still. Kid fucking punched you. “Uh. Ow?” You roll it out, not letting it lock up or bruise on you.
And then it’s your turn. (Like this is some kind of chess game, with actual rules. Ha!) In retaliation, you pound one of your fists into the other, locking your elbow into a frame, and you jab it towards his face. If you get him just like you want to, you’ll hit the hinge of his jaw. You’re aiming to dislocate, or maybe just fracture his cheekbone or break his nose. Something, anything. Faces are delicate. They bleed easy, and they’re near the eyes and brain, which always freaks people out.
As her knuckles made harsh contact with your face, something kicks into you. A thought, though a tiny one, yet important in it’s own right. As you feel pain coming from your eye, which was now most likely bruised, you couldn’t help but think. This woman can do nothing to you that hasn’t been done before. She can’t inflict any pain that you haven’t felt before.
You go back with a yelp, and you shake your head a bit out of panic. You feel as your eye begins to swell shut, and you clutch your fist again. Your cheek was sore, it hurt. It hurt, and that made you frustrated. Angry even. You begin to breathe harshly out of your nose, putting your fist back up.
You jump forward take a swing at her again, aiming for her stomach this time. If the blow lands, you already have your next move in your head. If it doesn’t, well you’re out of luck. You’d just have to take it. And you WOULD take it. You’d take it proudly. Just like the shiner she just gave you.
(Source: chthonianwaldgrave)
