devotedtothecore | BACKTHREAD POST

You think I will not?

[ there's a rising level of feeling in his voice, restrained. ]

I tell you if I rouse now, friend-- I will destroy.

Then we'll go destroy. Nature, that god's shrine, anything—

But I won't let you sit here like this.

......

[ metal fingers clench without a sound. ]

. . .

[ugh. Ugh. There's a war of emotion on his face for a moment, before he leans down and grabs the front of Chrys' shirt, hauling him up.

When he speaks next he's switched over to the rumbling tones of the Pyxis language, more specifically the southern dialect, found along the borders of Cepheus]

Get your ass up now or I'll make you get up. Or are you gonna sit here 'til your balls shrivel up from how pathetic you're acting?

[ hauled up partway, he grabs Raven's wrist with his left hand. The Cephean words are low, almost growled. ]

Let go.

Make me.

.....

[ his grip tightens. Hard enough that a flimsier wrist might crack under the pressure. ]

Let go, I said.

[whether it hurts or not, Raven doesn't show a single sign of it in his face, nor does he look away]

And I said make me.

[ have you ever had a metal fist drive this deep into your gut before? Probably not. ]

[g-gasps and doubles over]

[ good, that makes it easier for a second swing at your jaw

with the same fist ]

[that sure does connect. He stumbles back with a curse . . . and tugging you with him, because he still hasn't let go]

[ yeah, well, he's grabbing your shoulders and yanking you back, smashing his forehead into your nose ]

[curses again, a bit louder, the other hand coming up to grab his shirt, too - and not fighting back, just yet]

[ what if he just does that again

and again

and again. ]

[one . . . two . . . three . . .

On the fourth attempt he jerks his head back so Chrys misses, then shoves him back hard into the wall behind them]

[ back slams into the wall, breath gasping out--

---and he pushes back with a incohorent roar, shoving his entire weight at Raven to the floor ]

[seeing as that he's much smaller than you, that isn't hard to manage. But he's strong, and if he's going down, so is Chrys]

[ that seems to be the plan on both sides, as he makes no effort to stay upright. Slamming Raven's head against the worn hardwood, letting go to drive yet more punches at his face, into his ribs, his gut, over and over and over, breath harsh and rapid ]

[and Raven just . . . takes it, really, gasping and cursing here and there but not quite fighting back.

Though through all the abuse, his hands never let up their grip on his shirt]

[ how about if this next blow actually smashes hard enough to crack a few ribs ]

[hope you're prepared, then, when a fist connects with your jaw. He's only hit you with his full strength once or twice, but for someone as small as he is, he's no weakling]

[ well not really

that staggers him, head jerking aside, and he stops, for a moment ]

[it's quickly followed by another]

[ that hits home too

SWINGS BACK AT YOURS ]

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