[ His arms are up to protect his face again, awareness shrinks to a pinpoint of sharp strikes until the pain blurs. When he finds himself on the ground he can't remember falling. Shakes his head, swallows blood. Steve's only certainty is that he's going to lose this fight, it's only a matter of time. The reach of his mind is limited by the effort of forcing out two foes, it's like throwing a fishing line on the beach only to watch the tide pull it back and forth.
In the near distance he feels the Darkling pull their connection apart. The empty space left behind is filled again with Ren's unbridled rage, pouring through his veins like a second wind. ]
(That the best you got?)
[ He's not sure he can work his jaw around the words. ]
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In the near distance he feels the Darkling pull their connection apart. The empty space left behind is filled again with Ren's unbridled rage, pouring through his veins like a second wind. ]
( That the best you got? )
[ He's not sure he can work his jaw around the words. ]