He swore quietly under his breath. Stuck under Jake like this he was at a severe disadvantage. One thing he never considered himself to be was a quitter and this would not be any different. Despite how fast his brain calculated the options, the plans, the opportunities, he couldn't think of a way out of this that didn't involve one or both of them meeting a rather cruel demise.
He didn't bother blocking the punches. Instead he tried to return with quick jabs to the more sensitive areas on Jake's body. It was a lot more difficult to do with his sword in his clenched fist but one hand was all he really needed right now. He continued to use the arm with the sword in it to try and push Jake's chest back. It was the pistol whip that got him. Clean on the side of the head, his vision when bright and, for a moment, his limbs went weak. He tried to blink away the lights as pain split his skull.
He wasn't entirely sure how it happened, his flight reflex must have kicked in for the moment he was prone, but he felt his arm swing up in an attempt to connect the butt of his sword with Jake's skull. He pushed back to pull himself out from under Jake and stumbled to his feet, spitting the blood that had filled his mouth.
"Is that all you can really think about? It's really how you run isn't it? Fighting is all you ever think about." He scoffed and smirked through blood-stained teeth, "It's pathetic." It was now that he was grateful for his shades. He might have looked a little desperate otherwise. There were three minutes left to plan how to get Jake out of this. Himself was a second priority now.
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He didn't bother blocking the punches. Instead he tried to return with quick jabs to the more sensitive areas on Jake's body. It was a lot more difficult to do with his sword in his clenched fist but one hand was all he really needed right now. He continued to use the arm with the sword in it to try and push Jake's chest back. It was the pistol whip that got him. Clean on the side of the head, his vision when bright and, for a moment, his limbs went weak. He tried to blink away the lights as pain split his skull.
He wasn't entirely sure how it happened, his flight reflex must have kicked in for the moment he was prone, but he felt his arm swing up in an attempt to connect the butt of his sword with Jake's skull. He pushed back to pull himself out from under Jake and stumbled to his feet, spitting the blood that had filled his mouth.
"Is that all you can really think about? It's really how you run isn't it? Fighting is all you ever think about." He scoffed and smirked through blood-stained teeth, "It's pathetic." It was now that he was grateful for his shades. He might have looked a little desperate otherwise. There were three minutes left to plan how to get Jake out of this. Himself was a second priority now.