[He looks different somehow. DOesn't matter. There's something stirring. Something in the focused look in his eyes. Tch. It doesn't matter. He's not--
The world greys, narrows, centers on that damn face and and then a fist punches straight through his brain. Breath stops. Heart stops. Everything twists and cracks and he wants to sink into darkness.]
Forces his eyes open. On the ground. Clawing at it. Foam dripping between his teeth. Breath shuddering against his ribs. Black around his vision. Not beaten. Not yet.
Tis only a flesh wound!
The world greys, narrows, centers on that damn face and and then a fist punches straight through his brain. Breath stops. Heart stops. Everything twists and cracks and he wants to sink into darkness.]
Forces his eyes open. On the ground. Clawing at it. Foam dripping between his teeth. Breath shuddering against his ribs. Black around his vision. Not beaten. Not yet.
Not...yet....]