26.Aug.12, 10:16 PM
T'shiro had been on his way to pick up a little tonic for a headache and a tickle in his throat he didn't want turning into a full blown cold. The man was rubbing at his temples when he heard the first of the racket coming from the infirmary room. A quickened cadence of riding boots brought him to the threshold, widening the door for him to enter. It took all of a split second for the instinctive training of his militaristic trade to kick in. A quick study, T'shiro's walnut hued gaze became a testament to the ferocity that remain well hidden within the crevices of his heart; but he contained it until release was necessary.
T'shiro didn't take the time yet to find out if Lyms was alright -he was certain the woman was hurt...but she was moving so that had to at least be a 'good sign'. His priority however, was to restrain the the he who'd inflicted the harm. What came next was a soundless reaction which happened within perhaps the span of only one or two breaths since Sanderon had already been heading in his direction.
T'shiro met Sand's forward momentum with a rush of his own. Jabbing his right knee into Sand's diaphragm, T’shiro took Sand’s wrist as he would have been doubling over, stance already weakened. Manipulating the joint to an extreme that locked the bones of the wrist against the bones of the forearm, Sand's arm became immobile. Using Sand’s arm now like a lever, Sand’s own weight worked against him, and with the use of that controlling lever, T’shiro brought the other man to the ground; mercifully, he allowed Sand to remain on his knees -the perfect position to ask for an apology.
"If you want to use this arm ever again, you'll think twice about not apologizing to the lady! Explain yourself, you sorry excuse for a man! And apologize!"
While Sand was for the most part under his control now, T'shiro's grim gaze gave Lyms another scrutinizing glance, trying to ascertain by sight alone how much damage had been done to her and if he should knock the boy out cold in order to assist her.
T'shiro didn't take the time yet to find out if Lyms was alright -he was certain the woman was hurt...but she was moving so that had to at least be a 'good sign'. His priority however, was to restrain the the he who'd inflicted the harm. What came next was a soundless reaction which happened within perhaps the span of only one or two breaths since Sanderon had already been heading in his direction.
T'shiro met Sand's forward momentum with a rush of his own. Jabbing his right knee into Sand's diaphragm, T’shiro took Sand’s wrist as he would have been doubling over, stance already weakened. Manipulating the joint to an extreme that locked the bones of the wrist against the bones of the forearm, Sand's arm became immobile. Using Sand’s arm now like a lever, Sand’s own weight worked against him, and with the use of that controlling lever, T’shiro brought the other man to the ground; mercifully, he allowed Sand to remain on his knees -the perfect position to ask for an apology.
"If you want to use this arm ever again, you'll think twice about not apologizing to the lady! Explain yourself, you sorry excuse for a man! And apologize!"
While Sand was for the most part under his control now, T'shiro's grim gaze gave Lyms another scrutinizing glance, trying to ascertain by sight alone how much damage had been done to her and if he should knock the boy out cold in order to assist her.
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