That said, he's big, and strong, and though it snaps his head back and makes him stagger he stays standing, shaking his head briefly, moving a step or two out of Plourr's space.
His expression, when he looks at her, is unreadable. One thing's for sure, the fight's gone out of him completely, and he looks almost smaller.
There's copper-blood in his mouth, bittersweet and grounding him easily. There's pain flaring at the side of his jaw, and where his teeth have cut into the side of his cheek. There's the familiar, light-headed feeling of adrenaline racing through him.
She didn't pull this punch.
He breaks eye contact to turn and spit blood onto the ground by his feet. Then he raises his head, meeting her eyes, and offers one tiny, reserved bow.
"Empress."
Then he's walking back towards the door, back towards her stiff and right with emotions, with anger and betrayal and gnawing, painful guilt.
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That said, he's big, and strong, and though it snaps his head back and makes him stagger he stays standing, shaking his head briefly, moving a step or two out of Plourr's space.
His expression, when he looks at her, is unreadable. One thing's for sure, the fight's gone out of him completely, and he looks almost smaller.
There's copper-blood in his mouth, bittersweet and grounding him easily. There's pain flaring at the side of his jaw, and where his teeth have cut into the side of his cheek. There's the familiar, light-headed feeling of adrenaline racing through him.
She didn't pull this punch.
He breaks eye contact to turn and spit blood onto the ground by his feet. Then he raises his head, meeting her eyes, and offers one tiny, reserved bow.
"Empress."
Then he's walking back towards the door, back towards her stiff and right with emotions, with anger and betrayal and gnawing, painful guilt.
And then he's gone.