mechanicalmastermind: (Watching you)
Dirk Strider ([personal profile] mechanicalmastermind) wrote in [community profile] clownalley 2012-05-05 02:01 am (UTC)

A gasp escaped him as Jake's fist connected with his bared torso. Had this been any other circumstance he would have given Jake the battle that he deserved, that he wanted, but he couldn't do it. Not this time. That didn't stop the pain from dancing along his ribs. He could feel bruise already forming under the skin. He deflected some of the force from the rest of the jabs, accepting the pain in hopes that it would save them somehow.

The silence of the crowd that followed each punch weighed on him heavier than any wound ever would. He let Jake knock his sword out of his hand, but made sure that it didn't get kicked too far away. He just might need it in the very near future. Between the pressure of Jake's punches against his chest and his weight against his abdomen it made it difficult to breathe. He snatched Jake's hand clean out of the air, fingers wrapping around his wrist in a vicegrip that would likely bruise, and tugged him down. His free hand found its way to Jake's throat and he strained the muscles in his hand to make it look like he was gripping tightly without actually doing so. Surely the crowd's reaction to what seemed like a choking grip would give him the answer he needed.

He used his body to guard their faces from the crowd, hands shielding from the ever-unchanging scrutiny of the crowd around them. They needed to do something and they needed to do something fast. He didn't want to think about what would happen if the clock hit zero. As soon as Jake was close enough to hear him, he whispered.

"I think I figured out what they want us to do to each other."

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