[ That is fear. Flashes by in a blink, and if you ask him later, he won't able to pinpoint what he picked up on. It's not consciousā€”just a prick in the back of his head that makes him peer at her through the dark, feeling like something's not right.
She barrels at him. He plants his feet, takes her square to the chest with a grunt. They roll together. A mirror cracks against his back, scissors and combs flying. If she scratches him, the marks don't lastā€”but he does bleed, and it does fucking hurt. Instinct nearly has him swiping back. He can see all the ways he can end this in a second. She's strong, but she's still flesh and blood.
Instead, all he does is try to grab her hands and get his legs under her so he can flip her over.
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She barrels at him. He plants his feet, takes her square to the chest with a grunt. They roll together. A mirror cracks against his back, scissors and combs flying. If she scratches him, the marks don't lastā€”but he does bleed, and it does fucking hurt. Instinct nearly has him swiping back. He can see all the ways he can end this in a second. She's strong, but she's still flesh and blood.
Instead, all he does is try to grab her hands and get his legs under her so he can flip her over.
Fuck. This isn'tā€”
The claws retract. ] Wait. Wait.