[Inevitably, theirs was a first meeting destined to be volatile in nature.
Between the nauseating pain reverberating inside his skull, the phantom sensation that Death itself might be stalking him, and Vincent's many verbal jabs, poorly timed choice to lay his hands on him, and horse laugh...was it any wonder Kit had missed the window he'd been looking for?
If there was any other way to perceive the smaller boy's actions and tone of voice, Kit was beyond caring, now. Whatever hostility he had thought he recognized by the tell-tale signs was hardly imagined. He was certain of that when his companion came at him again.
Nimbly dancing back on that step and very narrowly avoiding a tiny head to his chin, Kit ducked down and kicked out his leg to sweep at Vincent's ankles. On stairs, the advantage wouldn't be in aiming high, but in knocking the feet out from under one's opponent. Provided that opponent wasn't just as nimble as him, anyway.]
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Between the nauseating pain reverberating inside his skull, the phantom sensation that Death itself might be stalking him, and Vincent's many verbal jabs, poorly timed choice to lay his hands on him, and horse laugh...was it any wonder Kit had missed the window he'd been looking for?
If there was any other way to perceive the smaller boy's actions and tone of voice, Kit was beyond caring, now. Whatever hostility he had thought he recognized by the tell-tale signs was hardly imagined. He was certain of that when his companion came at him again.
Nimbly dancing back on that step and very narrowly avoiding a tiny head to his chin, Kit ducked down and kicked out his leg to sweep at Vincent's ankles. On stairs, the advantage wouldn't be in aiming high, but in knocking the feet out from under one's opponent. Provided that opponent wasn't just as nimble as him, anyway.]