[ This — the spark of violence, the building of it from warning to action — this is where Amos is most familiar, most comfortable, maybe. Not for liking it, not for taking pleasure from it, but; when something builds in him, (often things he can't process or understand) this is a release. It's what he knows, how he lived, a child turned weapon on the streets of Baltimore. A man who trusts himself most when there's a problem to be solved and he can do that, easily, with his fist, his body. Violence is always there in the background of his life, a man who has killed, will kill, when he deems it necessary. To him, it's simply a choice to be made like any other, a means to an end, a way to solve a problem if one arises. In this case, he'd prefer not to, but if it's between his own survival and the Marc's, well, that's an easy choice.
Been in enough fights now that he doesn't expect this to be easy. Doesn't expect anything at all, really, except the simple action of cause and effect: someone does a shitty thing — like stealing from a working mother — and that invites the effect of being handled swiftly.
That hand around his wrist doesn't feel like an especially rough grip, and he makes a move to grab at him with his other hand, but then he takes a hit to the head and it knocks him back a little. Enough to daze him briefly, slow him, but not to stop him for long. He yanks his hand back, hard as he can, but rather than shake it free, he twists his hand around in an attempt to bend back Marc's, in the kind of way a wrist shouldn't bend. If Amos injures his own self in the process, so be it. At the same time he attempts to bend his wrist back, Amos moves his other hand towards Marc's throat, trying to wrap it around his, disorient him enough to calm him down. ]
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Been in enough fights now that he doesn't expect this to be easy. Doesn't expect anything at all, really, except the simple action of cause and effect: someone does a shitty thing — like stealing from a working mother — and that invites the effect of being handled swiftly.
That hand around his wrist doesn't feel like an especially rough grip, and he makes a move to grab at him with his other hand, but then he takes a hit to the head and it knocks him back a little. Enough to daze him briefly, slow him, but not to stop him for long. He yanks his hand back, hard as he can, but rather than shake it free, he twists his hand around in an attempt to bend back Marc's, in the kind of way a wrist shouldn't bend. If Amos injures his own self in the process, so be it. At the same time he attempts to bend his wrist back, Amos moves his other hand towards Marc's throat, trying to wrap it around his, disorient him enough to calm him down. ]
Ain't a decision left to make.