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. ”
“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.
Hellfirebound 