Continued from here for @hellfirebound because they hate me
Colleen had set up an afternoon for them to train. Ky was getting better in his form, not just brute strength which Col was immensely proud of. She swung her arm into the middle of his back and laughed that he hadn’t moved to block her. “Come on, Ky. Aren’t you supposed to be inhumanly fast? My grandmother can move faster than you.” Col, of course, was merely teasing her companion but what was supposed to be playful turned sinister quicker than she could react.
She was on the ground while she struggled to breathe. The inhumanly strong hand was tight around her throat as she grasped at Ky’s arm desperately. “Ky, Ky, I can’t breathe! Ky, you’re cutting off my… circulation.” She rasped, what the hell had gotten into him? He normally shrugged off her jokes. “Ky’lar!” She yelled and Colleen’s legs contorted forward, wrapping themselves around his arm and she and kicked as hard at his jaw. Her body could win her some leverage at this angle and maybe get him to let go of her.
he shouldn’t have let the words get to him. nor should he have gotten this angry. yet, it was a fine point that she was making; he never was fast enough, strong enough, smart enough, or even stable enough to do anything. he simply was. he did what he wanted and finally had started controlling himself.
of course, it all went down hill when his anger got a hold of him. that pure burning rage was something he couldn’t just ignore. it burnt white hot at the base of his mind and it clouded his vision to the point were everything was just one big hot blur.
however, once the blow hit his jaw, it was able to snap him back to reality. well, a version of it at least as let go of her out of instinct. if this was any other time, he would have made a comment about how she was learning, but this wasn’t one of those times.
in-fact, all he could do was shove himself back a several feet as he tried to steady his breathing. this… wasn’t good. this was what he was avoiding. hurting her, but he was so naive to think he could control the overwhelming anger he had at times. “i…” he was at a loss for words as he rubbed at his own neck for a few moments, “i’m…sorry.”
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