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19.Mar.13, 09:20 AM
Isscer should have know better than to speak of a touch subject, and his eyes widened, body tensing as Indivara's expression shifted from annoyed to downright livid. He was expecting a verbal tongue lashing, not an actual punch to the face; there was no time to duck or move back, before Indivara was crashing into him.
Her fist connected solidly with his nose, and there was an explosion of pain; Isscer yelled, the searing heat of the Sands burning through his tunic as they fell together. "Fucking cunt!" He swore at her, nose throbbing, blood streaming from it to dampen his clothing and face. She was scrappy, he would give her that, and while it would have been easier to just hit her, Isscer had never hit a woman in his life and didn't plan to now.
"Get off me," he snarled, teeth bared in a pained grimace. hands grappling at her arms. Isscer needed to find somewhere to grab so he could shove her off, but she was too quick and he hurt. His nose was surely broken, and already he could feel the bruises forming underneath his eyes. He tried in vain to catch her fists, but they continued to pummel into him; finally he grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved, rolling his hips as well to unseat her from where she sat on top of him.
He shoved her off and skittered away as fast as he could, not minding the heat of the Sands as he sat there in shock, knees drawn up to his chest. Blood was smeared half-way down his tunic, over his mouth and chin, and no doubt some of it was on her as well. Isscer dabbed at his nose with his sleeve, glaring at Indivara. It was hard to breathe for all the blood, and so he breathed heavily through his mouth, pausing every so often to snap at her. "Crazy bitch! What dragon would ever want you anyway?"
Her fist connected solidly with his nose, and there was an explosion of pain; Isscer yelled, the searing heat of the Sands burning through his tunic as they fell together. "Fucking cunt!" He swore at her, nose throbbing, blood streaming from it to dampen his clothing and face. She was scrappy, he would give her that, and while it would have been easier to just hit her, Isscer had never hit a woman in his life and didn't plan to now.
"Get off me," he snarled, teeth bared in a pained grimace. hands grappling at her arms. Isscer needed to find somewhere to grab so he could shove her off, but she was too quick and he hurt. His nose was surely broken, and already he could feel the bruises forming underneath his eyes. He tried in vain to catch her fists, but they continued to pummel into him; finally he grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved, rolling his hips as well to unseat her from where she sat on top of him.
He shoved her off and skittered away as fast as he could, not minding the heat of the Sands as he sat there in shock, knees drawn up to his chest. Blood was smeared half-way down his tunic, over his mouth and chin, and no doubt some of it was on her as well. Isscer dabbed at his nose with his sleeve, glaring at Indivara. It was hard to breathe for all the blood, and so he breathed heavily through his mouth, pausing every so often to snap at her. "Crazy bitch! What dragon would ever want you anyway?"
