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Aɴᴅʏʀ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ ([personal profile] deconstruct) wrote in [personal profile] fregit 2016-05-18 11:18 am (UTC)

[ and the bigger they are, the harder they fall, especially when they're fighting every reflex to hold out an arm to catch themself or slap out and distribute the impact. Andyr does neither, lets the full force of his body slamming into the arena floor, knocking the wind out of his again, leaving his throat in a painful gasp through an already burning throat, after the kick she gave him. ]

You can't make me. [ he wheezes out against his straining windpipe, interrupted with a cough, before he looks to her with a kind of dead seriousness in his eyes. ] And neither can they.

[ there's a quirk at the corner of his lips, pulling into a smirk that flashes teeth, before he's hauling himself up again. that's the game in this she's looking for - they put him in here to fight, because that's all he's ever done with them, but he's not fucking doing it, and even if they come in here with cattle prods, it won't make him fight when he doesn't want to. they counted on him just being some nutjob that needed violence, but that's not the fucking point.

Hapsburg is about to have a room full of very angry patrons, and Andyr's just going to laugh. But not if this girl doesn't hurry the fuck up and waste him. ]


Come on. The face. Please. [ He's pointing in a vague circle at his face. Hell, even a good blow to the head would be good. Get him down for the count. ] Break a bone or at least get me bleeding, christ, it's not that fucking hard.

[ they put him in here to kill you, girl, so hurry up before they start to realize he's not playing. ]

I can't kick my own fucking ass.

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