Rude had fallen into the trap of assuming he was finished when things weren’t over yet. It’s much easier to choke someone to death than try to cut of air just long enough that they pass out without any long term side effects of prolonged oxygen denial to the body and specifically the brain.
He’s somewhere else entirely when those thighs clamp around him again harder. The sound he hears is accompanied by searing burning pain. Enough that he’d scream if he wasn’t trained to endure this kind of damage. Rude does swear though. In his head, out loud, telepathically—to anyone that would listen.
His breaths are shallow now, his hands finally releasing Tseng when he sees that leg coming up to smash into his jaw from below. They’re too slow and he can’t block or dodge the kick in time. Rude gets knocked back a bit but also throws himself away from Tseng just to get away. His mouth is bleeding so he spits out blood and contemplates ending this with the pull of a trigger, but that wouldn’t do. Maybe he has to go old school and wear Tseng our first.
Rude would say something clever, but he bit his tongue pretty hard just now, there was nothing he wanted to say to Tseng that his fists wouldn’t communicate. Except one thing. “You were less trouble when you weren’t bleeding.” He tried to push down the pain to defend on him again, this time foregoing any kind of hold that would put him too close and just tries to jab Tseng in his stupid pretty face.
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He’s somewhere else entirely when those thighs clamp around him again harder. The sound he hears is accompanied by searing burning pain. Enough that he’d scream if he wasn’t trained to endure this kind of damage. Rude does swear though. In his head, out loud, telepathically—to anyone that would listen.
His breaths are shallow now, his hands finally releasing Tseng when he sees that leg coming up to smash into his jaw from below. They’re too slow and he can’t block or dodge the kick in time. Rude gets knocked back a bit but also throws himself away from Tseng just to get away. His mouth is bleeding so he spits out blood and contemplates ending this with the pull of a trigger, but that wouldn’t do. Maybe he has to go old school and wear Tseng our first.
Rude would say something clever, but he bit his tongue pretty hard just now, there was nothing he wanted to say to Tseng that his fists wouldn’t communicate. Except one thing. “You were less trouble when you weren’t bleeding.” He tried to push down the pain to defend on him again, this time foregoing any kind of hold that would put him too close and just tries to jab Tseng in his stupid pretty face.