He expects a fight. Tseng would never go down without one. Rude is less experienced training against his superior, but he flips that switch where feelings and hesitation are off in favor of accomplishing a goal: put him down.
Tseng is on him in an instant, and the only thing saving him from broken ribs is likely to be the grip he has on the man’s neck. Rude grunts, doubling down and putting more weight into it as he shifts into the couch, moving between Tseng’s legs as he puts his other gloves hand around the other man’s throat, both thumbs pushing in to make sure no air flows.
He’s holding his head as far back as he can manage, pinning Tseng with his body to the best of his ability, hoping his limbs go slack soon. “Don’t fight it.”
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He expects a fight. Tseng would never go down without one. Rude is less experienced training against his superior, but he flips that switch where feelings and hesitation are off in favor of accomplishing a goal: put him down.
Tseng is on him in an instant, and the only thing saving him from broken ribs is likely to be the grip he has on the man’s neck. Rude grunts, doubling down and putting more weight into it as he shifts into the couch, moving between Tseng’s legs as he puts his other gloves hand around the other man’s throat, both thumbs pushing in to make sure no air flows.
He’s holding his head as far back as he can manage, pinning Tseng with his body to the best of his ability, hoping his limbs go slack soon. “Don’t fight it.”