[ They're like a pair of hunting hounds, biting at the heels of their prey - working them into a corner from which they could not escape, leading them around and around in dizzying circles to hinder their sense. Biding their time, playing for keeps.
Which is why it surprises him, when he's taken off his feet by the other one. Ah, he thinks, tucking an elbow down to keep lower ribs from being ( imaginatively ) shattered, siblings. He's never had anything of the sort, but he understands, the blinding rage that could take hold of one's mind when someone they loved dearly was in trouble. Even if this battlefield was fictional, he feels the blows as though they're upon his real body, looking for an out -- and the out comes in the form of his companion's interference.
It takes a moment to watch the avatar go careening across the arena, and a moment more for him to get to his feet and cut off Ren's former opponent as they lunge. The front of his foot hooks against their ankle, the flat of his hand pressed between their shoulderblades as he uses their momentum to - ruthlessly - flip them ass over teakettle and drive their face straight into the floor of the arena. It's no longer entertainment, it seems. The silence that settles over the crowd is as much for Ren's actions as it is for his. ]
(I think we're done.) [ Irritably, he directs the thought towards Ren, blinking false-blood from his eye, but awaits his answer before doing anything more. ]
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Which is why it surprises him, when he's taken off his feet by the other one. Ah, he thinks, tucking an elbow down to keep lower ribs from being ( imaginatively ) shattered, siblings. He's never had anything of the sort, but he understands, the blinding rage that could take hold of one's mind when someone they loved dearly was in trouble. Even if this battlefield was fictional, he feels the blows as though they're upon his real body, looking for an out -- and the out comes in the form of his companion's interference.
It takes a moment to watch the avatar go careening across the arena, and a moment more for him to get to his feet and cut off Ren's former opponent as they lunge. The front of his foot hooks against their ankle, the flat of his hand pressed between their shoulderblades as he uses their momentum to - ruthlessly - flip them ass over teakettle and drive their face straight into the floor of the arena. It's no longer entertainment, it seems. The silence that settles over the crowd is as much for Ren's actions as it is for his. ]
( I think we're done. ) [ Irritably, he directs the thought towards Ren, blinking false-blood from his eye, but awaits his answer before doing anything more. ]