[Their reward is hitting the ground hard, letting that momentum roll them, as undignified as it is. The state of their clothes is nothing to be worried about now- they've been dustier for far worse than this.
Once upon a time, someone told them to breathe. They don't have their phone, anymore- just the memory. They know what it's like, to have someone pick them up off the ground.
They know what it's like, when someone doesn't drop them again, whether they deserved that or not. It wasn't pity, or selflessness. Everyone has an agenda.
The Batter is hardly going to coddle them. The hand that helps them upright is their own, a split lip leaving a streak of blood down their chin. It's satisfying, in a cold way, to see they're doing far better than their opponent.
It's still somewhat of a stalemate. Thumbing the edge of their blade, they watch him carefully- scalp throbbing.]
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Once upon a time, someone told them to breathe. They don't have their phone, anymore- just the memory. They know what it's like, to have someone pick them up off the ground.
They know what it's like, when someone doesn't drop them again, whether they deserved that or not. It wasn't pity, or selflessness. Everyone has an agenda.
The Batter is hardly going to coddle them. The hand that helps them upright is their own, a split lip leaving a streak of blood down their chin. It's satisfying, in a cold way, to see they're doing far better than their opponent.
It's still somewhat of a stalemate. Thumbing the edge of their blade, they watch him carefully- scalp throbbing.]
...Might I make a suggestion here, sir.