[it's a surprise that breaks him free of his blinding anger, at least temporarily. Vincent is completely prepared for there to be a power struggle the moment they finally went careening down the stairs, an even fiercer battle to see who would hit the ground first. he's prepared even as the steps buffet them both, steeling himself against the pain as he doggedly seeks out his target of the other boy's throat.
he's determined to hang on. even if Kit uses his superior size to flip him and force him to absorb the worst of the hits, he was going to hang onto his neck and make him regret every second of it. those are the only coherent thoughts floating through his head as they fall beyond a wordless preparation for further pain - but that never comes to fruition.
at this point it's all but certain that his opponent has been an infamous figure in the juvenile detention circuit. even if he prefers not to fight for whatever reason, there's no doubt that he's a man who knows how to take advantage of his opportunities and, more importantly, survive. someone like that ought to be fighting tooth and nail to come out on top of this encounter, and yet Vincent feels almost no resistance in their current struggle. if anything, he seemed to be attempting to remain beneath him as they rushed towards the landing.
what?
the confusion jars him even more than crashing onto solid ground does. his hands loosen from Kit's neck, falling away completely in the chaos of sliding to a stop. he's been spared from the worst of the impact, but the force still knocks the breath right out of him. he's going to be a mess of bruises after all is said and done; it'll be a wonder if he can go about his business for the next week without falling over in pain.
for now, however, his thoughts are the most troubling part of his existence. he allows the other boy to shove him away, rolling bonelessly to his side as he tries to make sense of it all. there's no attempt from Vincent to rise just yet. he remains on the floor, staring with an uncomfortable intensity at Kit as he makes the effort to move into a more suitable position as if he expects some great answer from the scene.]
...tch.
[it's nowhere close to a laugh, but the exhale of breath that Vincent allows to seep out is filled with...something.]
no subject
he's determined to hang on. even if Kit uses his superior size to flip him and force him to absorb the worst of the hits, he was going to hang onto his neck and make him regret every second of it. those are the only coherent thoughts floating through his head as they fall beyond a wordless preparation for further pain - but that never comes to fruition.
at this point it's all but certain that his opponent has been an infamous figure in the juvenile detention circuit. even if he prefers not to fight for whatever reason, there's no doubt that he's a man who knows how to take advantage of his opportunities and, more importantly, survive. someone like that ought to be fighting tooth and nail to come out on top of this encounter, and yet Vincent feels almost no resistance in their current struggle. if anything, he seemed to be attempting to remain beneath him as they rushed towards the landing.
what?
the confusion jars him even more than crashing onto solid ground does. his hands loosen from Kit's neck, falling away completely in the chaos of sliding to a stop. he's been spared from the worst of the impact, but the force still knocks the breath right out of him. he's going to be a mess of bruises after all is said and done; it'll be a wonder if he can go about his business for the next week without falling over in pain.
for now, however, his thoughts are the most troubling part of his existence. he allows the other boy to shove him away, rolling bonelessly to his side as he tries to make sense of it all. there's no attempt from Vincent to rise just yet. he remains on the floor, staring with an uncomfortable intensity at Kit as he makes the effort to move into a more suitable position as if he expects some great answer from the scene.]
...tch.
[it's nowhere close to a laugh, but the exhale of breath that Vincent allows to seep out is filled with...something.]
Some fight.