andagony:

^{facing  the  fallout  wasn’t  something  he  was   good   at.   hadn’t  learned  the  taste  of  humility  for  the  countless  times  it’d  been  shoved  down  his  throat.   hadn’t  adjusted  to  the  feeling  of  loose  teeth  or  that  swell  of  blood  pushing   d o w n   on  his  tongue.   but  that  didn’t  mean  brock  couldn’t  needle  around  for  the  fragments  of  his  pride  enough  to  grin  through  that  order  he’d  fallen  into.   up  off  of  knees  he’d  been  forced  to  drop  down  on …  stood  with  squared  shoulders  and  enough  tension  to  say  the  fight  was  still  there,  simmering,  ready  to  become  a   PROBLEM,   given  the  opportunity.   to  pick  a  second  fight  with  the  same  stranger.   better  his  odds  for  having  weighted  experience,  now.   for  which  fist  he  favored  and  the  sneaky  tricks  up  his  sleeves.   the  wideness  of  his  maw  and  how,  at  times,  he  admit  he’d  felt  something  close  to   fear   scaled  up  his  spine.   alarm  in  the  rungs  of  his  rib cage,  unsurprised  for  the  unnatural  presence  opposing  him,  but  unable  to  combat  it,  all  the  same.   too  familiar  a  fist  fight  with  a  righteous  man.   that  impact  that  said  there’d  be  worse  to  come  if  he  struggled.   and,  oh  how  he  looked  forward  to  that.       “   so  what  now ?   ”       curiosity  shadowed  by  the  mockery  of  a  predator  unwittingly  trapped.   what  now   because  there’d  be  more.   there  was  always   more.   from  him.   from  those  who’d  come  after  him.   the  drones  that  flew  to  the  hive  on  instinct.       “   all  this  pussy – footin ’  is  cute  but  i’d  rather  get  my  jaw  broke  than  watch  you   stall.   ”}

                  @hellfirebound  ———  that smol s. c. !! 

_{“a broken jaw will heal,” he said, taking a step forward, “what i have planned won’t repair itself so easily.” talking could have been done; words issued to defuse the situation. to get away clean, but when was ky ever clean? maybe once, a lifetime ago for some, and recent history to others.
still, there was the point of what  exactly to do; giving into  the other’s  so-called wishes would only  serve to hinder his own plans  (in a slight way).  not doing so, could make the situation he found himself in worse. if he was going to put the other in their place, he’d do so with his own sense of flair, and style. 
suffice to say, he’d do it his own way. “now, you have two options.” ky almost said more – almost, but at the last moment he slammed his right fist forward. right into rumlow’s jaw. it was just a taste, but one he’d give over, and over  again if needed. “you can  see option one,” ky said calmly. “shall we try another?” he was about to say that he could do it all day  – something he could very easily do.  at the  same  time, however, he didn’t think  it  was ultimately needed.}