[ blink and you miss it, but there's a satisfied look on her face when she sees blood.
she falls for the fake-out, though - she throws a punch and he knees her in the ribs and she grunts, winded, stumbling to the side. she's going to have a nice bruise there tomorrow, she thinks. good, she thinks. maybe she'll try to earn more, she thinks.
and she does. she fights hard - she fights until she's exhausted, until he gets one last hit in and she stumbles backwards, nearly falling on her ass. she wipes her mouth, spits blood off to the side, and then leans back and away. hits a tree, and breathes heavily.
[The second the combat is over, he gives her a wide berth, limbs shaking as he sinks to the ground a couple yards away and tries to catch his breath. Everything hurts, the wound on his face already blossoming red under the skin, the adrenaline of the fight wearing down and keeping him from breaking the distance any longer. But she fought urgently, and that much gave them at least a little normalcy without his damn phobia messing things up.
His mouth still tastes of blood, but he can tell his teeth are all still intact - a small blessing. He'll cough against the back of his arm, wiping his sweat-soaked bangs off his face.]
...Any better? Or are we going to end up as two more bodies tomorrow just because we're angry?
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me: thank god bc fights suck
she falls for the fake-out, though - she throws a punch and he knees her in the ribs and she grunts, winded, stumbling to the side. she's going to have a nice bruise there tomorrow, she thinks. good, she thinks. maybe she'll try to earn more, she thinks.
and she does. she fights hard - she fights until she's exhausted, until he gets one last hit in and she stumbles backwards, nearly falling on her ass. she wipes her mouth, spits blood off to the side, and then leans back and away. hits a tree, and breathes heavily.
done, she's done. done for now. ]
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His mouth still tastes of blood, but he can tell his teeth are all still intact - a small blessing. He'll cough against the back of his arm, wiping his sweat-soaked bangs off his face.]
...Any better? Or are we going to end up as two more bodies tomorrow just because we're angry?