> CS: Three minutes.
You got him good. That’s gonna give him a nice shiner. It looks fitting on him. Strange, too, brown blood coagulating under grey skin to leave a dirt mark that spreads across his face. The little scream noise is great, too. This is gonna end well. Soon, too, if you have anything to say about it.
Once again, he telegraphs his move, but there’s not much you can do to avoid it. You barely manage to tense your abs and take in a breath in time for him to punch you pretty much right in the navel piercing, and you still end up staggering back a few steps, eking out an “oof” as you let the hit wash over you.
Shoulder, stomach. Typical. He doesn’t know what really hurts. You launch a wad of spit off to the side, then try to calculate where to hit him next. The throat? He’ll expect that, your last impact was to his face. Instead, you project a fist to his solar plexus while your real intent is behind the foot aimed at his kneecap. Your hope is for the snap-crackle-pop of broken tendons and the shift of the patella, or maybe you can make it bend too far backwards. You want him crippled and on the floor.
Your ears twitch and you find yourself jumping. Something clicks in you, you don’t know if it’s animalistic, or just the anger building in you, but you felt the need to not be hit again. She knew what she was doing, she knew about the body. You actually jump forward, and reach for her wrist. Trying to get at her before she hits you. If you get a good hold, you’ll be sure to try and bruise, or even break her wrist.
You were on high alert now. You knew what she was capable of, and she probably knew your legs were even weaker than your wings and horns. You had to protect them at all cost, you didn’t want to be in a wheelchair. Ever again. That was your new fuel. No wheelchair, no ripped wings. You wanted to get out alive, and only missing a few teeth.
Which you’re sure will grow back anyway. It wasn’t until now that you realized you were growling. Remembering your wheelchair days were not fun at all. And you weren’t going to let someone push you back into that chair. You weren’t going to be someone’s punching bag. You’ll do everything you can to win, and at least you’ll be able to tell everyone you tried.
(Source: chthonianwaldgrave)
