[ It all happens so fast. Were circumstances different perhaps he could do something, but -- no, this isn't the first time he's been outsmarted, outfought, by a normal human.
It is the first time he's realized the true extent of his own weakness, however.
He can barely blink and his hands are burning, his ears are ringing as he slams whole body into the cabinets, his lungs are stuttering, struggling to suck in air after it's all been forcefully knocked out of him in a huff of pain. He tries to grip the arm Asch is grabbing him with, but his fingers won't bend properly, the burn turning into a spreading numbing heat that keeps his joints from responding like they should.
But the whole time he glares Asch down, never flinching, never looking away, never afraid.
Just ... angry, and regretful, and utterly exhausted. Just so many things.
Hitting the ground hurts more than he expected. His shoulder screams and his head cracks into the cabinet. He groans, curling instinctively, eyes briefly shut--
--and then he makes a noise. A huff, a crackling sound. No, he's...
he's laughing. ]
You got fists like wet bagels.
[ isaac he didn't punch you ]
Please. I've had things way scarier than you could ever hope to be trying to kill me for years. You're not the first. You won't be the last.
[ He's trembling, an automatic response to pain and adrenaline he can't help, pushing himself up on the arm he fell on. It shrieks at him now, and he ignores it. The motion brings Asch's table leg in contact with the skin of his throat, and Isaac
smiles. It's tired and furious and he is not afraid.
He is resigned. ]
You know what the worst part is? You're still talking like you know a single thing about me, when you don't. You don't know a thing, dude. Shut up. Just ... shut up.
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It is the first time he's realized the true extent of his own weakness, however.
He can barely blink and his hands are burning, his ears are ringing as he slams whole body into the cabinets, his lungs are stuttering, struggling to suck in air after it's all been forcefully knocked out of him in a huff of pain. He tries to grip the arm Asch is grabbing him with, but his fingers won't bend properly, the burn turning into a spreading numbing heat that keeps his joints from responding like they should.
But the whole time he glares Asch down, never flinching, never looking away, never afraid.
Just ... angry, and regretful, and utterly exhausted. Just so many things.
Hitting the ground hurts more than he expected. His shoulder screams and his head cracks into the cabinet. He groans, curling instinctively, eyes briefly shut--
--and then he makes a noise. A huff, a crackling sound. No, he's...
he's laughing. ]
You got fists like wet bagels.
[ isaac he didn't punch you ]
Please. I've had things way scarier than you could ever hope to be trying to kill me for years. You're not the first. You won't be the last.
[ He's trembling, an automatic response to pain and adrenaline he can't help, pushing himself up on the arm he fell on. It shrieks at him now, and he ignores it. The motion brings Asch's table leg in contact with the skin of his throat, and Isaac
smiles. It's tired and furious and he is not afraid.
He is resigned. ]
You know what the worst part is? You're still talking like you know a single thing about me, when you don't. You don't know a thing, dude. Shut up. Just ... shut up.