[For a little while, as the Darkling wrestles and feverishly jabs at his prey, Ren plays the distraction: lunging forward to square off the eldest's view like a gladiator coaxing along a nexu cat. With adrenaline beating out a steady rhythm in their collective veins it's easy— painfully so— for Ren to keep his target cornered with the promise of a few easy swings, missed each time by only a fraction of an inch. He can feel the cool air glancing off raw knuckles in passing, kinetic movement bearing down as if it means to displace the entire universe itself.
An opening creeps up at the tail end of their immediate bout, Ren's shoulder ducking too low, leaving his opponent a sprawling view of the Darkling too near to success, and suddenly Kylo Ren is forgotten in the wake of raging, protective fury. His competitor springs forward, intent on tearing the Darkling to shreds.
Only then is Ren's tepid defense forgotten. Only then does something in him snap with a territorial hunger, turning what should be an entertaining performance into a vicious scrap. Dogs spitting and snarling at one another's throats, his fist locked tight across the back of his opponent's neck, grabbing him and throwing him with a resounding bang against the metal cage. A flurry of blows, the crunch of broken ribs before Ren reels his arm back and knocks the man to the floor.
This time the crowd still roars, but there's conflict in it. The sound of a collective gasp; howls of dismay peppered in between cheers.]
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An opening creeps up at the tail end of their immediate bout, Ren's shoulder ducking too low, leaving his opponent a sprawling view of the Darkling too near to success, and suddenly Kylo Ren is forgotten in the wake of raging, protective fury. His competitor springs forward, intent on tearing the Darkling to shreds.
Only then is Ren's tepid defense forgotten. Only then does something in him snap with a territorial hunger, turning what should be an entertaining performance into a vicious scrap. Dogs spitting and snarling at one another's throats, his fist locked tight across the back of his opponent's neck, grabbing him and throwing him with a resounding bang against the metal cage. A flurry of blows, the crunch of broken ribs before Ren reels his arm back and knocks the man to the floor.
This time the crowd still roars, but there's conflict in it. The sound of a collective gasp; howls of dismay peppered in between cheers.]