He slams into the unyielding metal with a choked-off cry, and when he falls to the ground he just-- lies there, breathing through the ache. His bruises from their last bout still haven't healed up, despite his near constant icing, so aggravating them all over again? Not fun.
Eventually he pushes himself up, sits back against his ship. When he speaks, he's equal parts angry and tired. ]
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He slams into the unyielding metal with a choked-off cry, and when he falls to the ground he just-- lies there, breathing through the ache. His bruises from their last bout still haven't healed up, despite his near constant icing, so aggravating them all over again? Not fun.
Eventually he pushes himself up, sits back against his ship. When he speaks, he's equal parts angry and tired. ]
What the hell do you even want from me?