27.Aug.12, 02:16 AM
T'shiro's body flexed with Sand's movement; core tightening and limbs hooked to keep the man locked down. No matter how strong Sand was, strength would do little to relinquish him from the opposing forces of the position his joints and limbs had been situated in. T'shiro knew very well that muscle only meant so much in combat -the rest was in the articulation, timing and placement, etc. Not to mention, muscle couldn't be built around every area of the body. There were always weak points and nerves that could be targeted.
The Bronzerider sighed and rolled his eyes as Jada came waltzing through the door. Oh, he'd have to apologize for this one later. How inappropriate of him to be in such a position in the presence of a Goldrider. What was he supposed to say to her? 'Oh, yah, hi Jada. Glad to see you. Hope you're doing well? Oh fantastic. Don't mind the squabble going on on the floor. Just step over the mess of tangled limbs and blood if you have to.' ??!!?!?
The displeasure was almost enough to make him consider knocking Sand unconscious. Or maybe he'd just throttle him for the hell of it!
"I hope you're happy with yourself, kid. If you need someone to hit and let some anger out, ask me next time. You can take shots at me all you want, but .. the Lady? She WILL get an apology; I'll make sure of that. No matter how long it takes. It's only proper."
T'shiro was relieved when others in the room worked at ushering Jada from the room. He continued holding on to Sand, even as he tried to buck and find some way of releasing himself. The Bronzerider constantly adjusted his grapple on the young man as was necessary until gradually Sand began to wear out. He noticed the stain of crimson beginning to soak through Sand's clothing where the wounds of his back had opened up, still being so fresh from the lashing. T'shiro winced inwardly, looking away.
It wasn't the blood itself that sickened him, it was the memory, the inner nature that it threatened to bring out in him that he'd rather avoid. For that reason, though Sand's body had begun to relax, he held on all the tighter for just a little longer. Just to be sure.
The Bronzerider sighed and rolled his eyes as Jada came waltzing through the door. Oh, he'd have to apologize for this one later. How inappropriate of him to be in such a position in the presence of a Goldrider. What was he supposed to say to her? 'Oh, yah, hi Jada. Glad to see you. Hope you're doing well? Oh fantastic. Don't mind the squabble going on on the floor. Just step over the mess of tangled limbs and blood if you have to.' ??!!?!?
The displeasure was almost enough to make him consider knocking Sand unconscious. Or maybe he'd just throttle him for the hell of it!
"I hope you're happy with yourself, kid. If you need someone to hit and let some anger out, ask me next time. You can take shots at me all you want, but .. the Lady? She WILL get an apology; I'll make sure of that. No matter how long it takes. It's only proper."
T'shiro was relieved when others in the room worked at ushering Jada from the room. He continued holding on to Sand, even as he tried to buck and find some way of releasing himself. The Bronzerider constantly adjusted his grapple on the young man as was necessary until gradually Sand began to wear out. He noticed the stain of crimson beginning to soak through Sand's clothing where the wounds of his back had opened up, still being so fresh from the lashing. T'shiro winced inwardly, looking away.
It wasn't the blood itself that sickened him, it was the memory, the inner nature that it threatened to bring out in him that he'd rather avoid. For that reason, though Sand's body had begun to relax, he held on all the tighter for just a little longer. Just to be sure.
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