[that bastard. there was no guarantee that he'd get away with such a brazen stunt, but Vincent still feels as if he's been robbed of something deserved as Kit's face hurtles towards him at frightening speed. there's no way for him to escape, no possible course of action except to take the blow head on.
god, it hurt. no matter how much bravado he threw out there was no getting around the reality of their weigh difference or the impact it caused during moments like these. it's almost as if he's cascading down the stairs again, everything is so intensely aflame for a brief time.
his hand falls from its grip around the other boy's ponytail as he's knocked from his feet; only that dogged grip on the doorknob hand remains unshaken, something which quickly proves to be his savior. the bizarre angle at which he drops prevents Vincent from completely hitting the ground, staggering into some strange half-crouch thing. it gives him enough leeway to spring upwards suddenly and with great force once he's given himself a moment to regain his senses, aiming to headbutt his opponent square in the gut.
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god, it hurt. no matter how much bravado he threw out there was no getting around the reality of their weigh difference or the impact it caused during moments like these. it's almost as if he's cascading down the stairs again, everything is so intensely aflame for a brief time.
his hand falls from its grip around the other boy's ponytail as he's knocked from his feet; only that dogged grip on the doorknob hand remains unshaken, something which quickly proves to be his savior. the bizarre angle at which he drops prevents Vincent from completely hitting the ground, staggering into some strange half-crouch thing. it gives him enough leeway to spring upwards suddenly and with great force once he's given himself a moment to regain his senses, aiming to headbutt his opponent square in the gut.
if he's lucky maybe he'll puke.]