it's a mistake he realizes too late to spare himself from total injury, but with enough time to pull sharkface's arm tighter around him and half-roll into his chest away from the knife, bodily knocking him against the wall. sharkface's blade arcs in on a lower trajectory, gleaming red, and connects with the tissue in his raised shoulder instead of the fragile arteries in his neck.
the impact punches a sound out of him, throaty and tight. his only tell.
his head jerks back, aiming for a sharp but controlled strike to his temple. he wants him disoriented, not gorily brained across his helmet, just for the few key seconds it takes for him to tighten his grip on his wrist and buckle forward, rolling sharkface over his shoulder onto the ground. a little twist of his extended arm and he could dislocate sharkface's shoulder, or snap his arm at the elbow or break his wrist, do it, do it, fucking do it.
he releases his arm and staggers back. )
Don't. ( get up, go for a fourth knife. if he needs an extra incentive, he'll get it in the form of felix's sidearm, rack snapping as he chambers the first round and levels the muzzle with his forehead. don't. )
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it's a mistake he realizes too late to spare himself from total injury, but with enough time to pull sharkface's arm tighter around him and half-roll into his chest away from the knife, bodily knocking him against the wall. sharkface's blade arcs in on a lower trajectory, gleaming red, and connects with the tissue in his raised shoulder instead of the fragile arteries in his neck.
the impact punches a sound out of him, throaty and tight. his only tell.
his head jerks back, aiming for a sharp but controlled strike to his temple. he wants him disoriented, not gorily brained across his helmet, just for the few key seconds it takes for him to tighten his grip on his wrist and buckle forward, rolling sharkface over his shoulder onto the ground. a little twist of his extended arm and he could dislocate sharkface's shoulder, or snap his arm at the elbow or break his wrist, do it, do it, fucking do it.
he releases his arm and staggers back. )
Don't. ( get up, go for a fourth knife. if he needs an extra incentive, he'll get it in the form of felix's sidearm, rack snapping as he chambers the first round and levels the muzzle with his forehead. don't. )