WIP Day
@eulerami tagged me to share a WIP, so I’m sharing the fight scene I’ve been stressing tf over. Hopefully it’s punchy enough. (Heh.) Tagging @honeysides , @chyrstis , and @vasiktomis to share ;3c
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Your fist met the Saint’s gut with a meaty impact. He stumbled, speechless, eyes wide as he clutched his stomach. You followed your punch with a knee to the face and he howled in pain, blood pouring between his fingers as he clutched his nose.
There was a breath of stunned silence. Then, the uproar of a pack of animals with wounded pride and the methods to answer for it.
Another Saint surges forward, teeth bared. You block his wild swing with your forearms, the impact rattling your bones. He aims a kick at your side- you dodge and answer with an uppercut that sends him near flying.
*Yes.*
Something slams into your back and you barely catch yourself from falling. You turn to look and a fist meets your jaw, snapping your head to the side. You turn with the force, whipping around to face the next angry Saint. This one’s smarter than the others- he anticipates your experimental jabs and blocks, forcing you to kick him with your bad leg.
They started coming in twos, their lesson finally learned. You knocked them down all the same. Some got a few blows in- no one is invincible, after all- but you shrugged them off, returning whatever was given to you tenfold.
And you smile, bright and feral and *free*. You don’t know this underworld of stolen cars and shootouts, but you know the taste of iron in your mouth and you know the sting of knuckles rendered raw and you know the tune the reverb of a ribcage plays as you slam your fists into it again and again. It’s woven through your nerves, this patchwork story you’ve built with your hands and feet and mind.
Then a kick met your ankle, pain burned white hot in your leg, and the ground rose to meet you with open arms.
