Kit's vision explodes, white hot and then in fireworks as black as pitch, pain shooting through his head like a jackhammer. He feels split open, and it's a wonder he's still conscious at all, though a lot of good it does him.
He tries to will his limbs to respond. Thinks, even as he teeters forward, that with his ponytail released he can right himself and prepare to dodge left. He could corner Vincent that way, giving himself the most room to maneuver. And yet his legs don't move except to give way, his free hand gripping the other boy's forearm as he feels the trappings of gravity bringing him down.
Right down into a headbutt that is meant for his gut but strikes his chest instead. There's no vomit, a fact for which Vincent should be glad as Kit collapses on his shoulder. But there is a breathless cough and a few wheezed words.]
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Kit's vision explodes, white hot and then in fireworks as black as pitch, pain shooting through his head like a jackhammer. He feels split open, and it's a wonder he's still conscious at all, though a lot of good it does him.
He tries to will his limbs to respond. Thinks, even as he teeters forward, that with his ponytail released he can right himself and prepare to dodge left. He could corner Vincent that way, giving himself the most room to maneuver. And yet his legs don't move except to give way, his free hand gripping the other boy's forearm as he feels the trappings of gravity bringing him down.
Right down into a headbutt that is meant for his gut but strikes his chest instead. There's no vomit, a fact for which Vincent should be glad as Kit collapses on his shoulder. But there is a breathless cough and a few wheezed words.]
I overdid it...