[If Kit had so much as considered laughing at the fool sight of his foe struggling with his piercing, the thought was gone the moment Vincent ripped out that piece of jewelry just to be rid of the can attached to it. When he elicited next a guttural growl and lunged, Kit was prepared. But, from their angle, even if he'd wanted to catch Vincent and throw him down upon the steps, there wasn't time, and there was no way to brace himself against the impact.
Both of their feet left the ground in that instant and, coupled with Vincent's momentum, they flew backwards into the air and down the stairs.
What had he said about knowing how to land? Those words flashed through his mind as the other boy's arms attempted to entangle around his neck. He could grab Vincent and, in a split second, reverse their positions. Kit could use him to break his fall...and he even thought he should.
But he didn't.
He wasn't sure why, but he decided to take the full brunt of the last steps against his own back, followed by the concrete tiled floor at the bottom. He endured the wind being beaten out of his lungs and the back of his head striking the ground with an unpleasant crack, during which the only silver lining was that he didn't immediately feel a rush of warmth at the back. Not that he could tell what he felt through the veil of biting pain in his head and running down his spine.
Why? He didn't owe this person any such courtesy. But he didn't want him dead, either. And if someone so much larger like Kit were to land on top of him after falling from such a height, bones would be broken, or worse. This had been the only solution...hadn't it?
His head swimming, he pushed at the other boy from where he lied on the floor, a breathless cough escaping him as he tried to sit up...]
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Both of their feet left the ground in that instant and, coupled with Vincent's momentum, they flew backwards into the air and down the stairs.
What had he said about knowing how to land? Those words flashed through his mind as the other boy's arms attempted to entangle around his neck. He could grab Vincent and, in a split second, reverse their positions. Kit could use him to break his fall...and he even thought he should.
But he didn't.
He wasn't sure why, but he decided to take the full brunt of the last steps against his own back, followed by the concrete tiled floor at the bottom. He endured the wind being beaten out of his lungs and the back of his head striking the ground with an unpleasant crack, during which the only silver lining was that he didn't immediately feel a rush of warmth at the back. Not that he could tell what he felt through the veil of biting pain in his head and running down his spine.
Why? He didn't owe this person any such courtesy. But he didn't want him dead, either. And if someone so much larger like Kit were to land on top of him after falling from such a height, bones would be broken, or worse. This had been the only solution...hadn't it?
His head swimming, he pushed at the other boy from where he lied on the floor, a breathless cough escaping him as he tried to sit up...]