[ oh, good. good, she's glad, because she was really waiting for round two. this time she's not impeded by phoenix, which means she's going to really try to beat the hell out of lio. she's like, super exhausted though so her punches are maybe 25% power. ]
[That's fine - he can take a punch? Galo is also probably Feelin' This, but Lio just toughs through it - he's actually had some sleep, and she'll find he's deadly quick, but. he isn't trying to punch her back. Trying to twist one of her arms to pin her if he can grab one at any point.]
[ he grabs her arm, because she's too tired to stop him from doing it. so he's probably got her in half a pin when she's figured out that he's not punching her back, and she just -- ]
Fucking -- fight me back -- ! [ it's half a shriek. ]
[He growls back at her, because it just stirs up the muddy bottom of the river of his own grief - of screaming in Galo's face two weeks ago to fight back, let something burn, how insulting it felt when he wouldn't treat him like an equal. He respects her wishes.
So he does. Punching her square across the jaw as hard as he can. Which is pretty damn hard! For a twink, he's got some muscle.]
[ let it burn. let her get all of it out so it doesn't rot. she reels from it, but it feels good, and she roars, trying to wrench her arm out of the grip so she can try to kick him off of her and tackle him in return.
her face throbs with the pain of it and it wakes her up, makes her feel a little more alive, and she relishes it. ]
[It's better to consume all the oxygen in the room, flare as high as you can before trying to control it - she'll easily be able to wrench out of his hold, since he's mostly given up on it to hit her with the punch. Taking the kick and rolled over, but he keeps trying to roll away, kicking a leg out to sweep her.]
[ oof. ow. she's halfway up when he just sweeps her entirely, and she hits the ground with a thud, panting. poor galo is sitting somewhere like again?
but she forces herself up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. she wants to bleed. so she throws herself at him again, and - she's pretty quick, too. she aims a punch at strange angles - his shoulder, his stomach, his side, provoking, not incapacitating.
[When she hits the ground. But he's back on the defensive as soon as she comes at him again. She might have the advantage in this type of fight - he's practiced and controlled, but he makes strange movements that seem to do nothing - open handed swipes, punches that fall short, reaching for something that never appears - where he's clearly expecting something to happen that doesn't. It seems to frustrate him the longer it goes on, that he can't fight all-out in the way he's used to. The angrier he gets, he fights harder, trying to down her again by aiming for the injured ankle.]
[ she's used to not relying on anything but her fists, and so this type of fighting is just her style. she watches him fight and the realization that he's waiting for something, like - fire, like the fire he's probably worked with his whole life, and it makes her hurt a little worse. still. she hopes she gets in a few punches and that he gets a few of his own in return.
but when he aims for her ankle, she lets out a wounded sound, a snarled bit of a noise that rips her throat up. that one actually really gets her, and she has to - stop, lifting her hands up. ]
Stop. Stop, okay. [ she spits blood off to the side, shifting back. she's beat to fuck, and it feels - not good, but satisfactory. ]
[Honestly not any less beaten than she is - he leans to the side to spit out some blood, it's fine. It's fine! He realizes he basically cheated to get her to stop. As soon as she declares stop, he backs off - just sinking back to sit down heavily, panting.]
[ it's just that self destruction is the one thing she's really, really good at. she shivers. maybe there is something to burning out completely. ]
I know. [ she hugs her knees. ] I keep saying I can't let this happen again. But it keep does. And now - now all of you, I know all of you. I can't compartmentalize like before because I didn't fucking talk to the victim.
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Fucking -- fight me back -- ! [ it's half a shriek. ]
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So he does. Punching her square across the jaw as hard as he can. Which is pretty damn hard! For a twink, he's got some muscle.]
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her face throbs with the pain of it and it wakes her up, makes her feel a little more alive, and she relishes it. ]
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but she forces herself up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. she wants to bleed. so she throws herself at him again, and - she's pretty quick, too. she aims a punch at strange angles - his shoulder, his stomach, his side, provoking, not incapacitating.
she's clearly trained in fighting. ]
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[When she hits the ground. But he's back on the defensive as soon as she comes at him again. She might have the advantage in this type of fight - he's practiced and controlled, but he makes strange movements that seem to do nothing - open handed swipes, punches that fall short, reaching for something that never appears - where he's clearly expecting something to happen that doesn't. It seems to frustrate him the longer it goes on, that he can't fight all-out in the way he's used to. The angrier he gets, he fights harder, trying to down her again by aiming for the injured ankle.]
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but when he aims for her ankle, she lets out a wounded sound, a snarled bit of a noise that rips her throat up. that one actually really gets her, and she has to - stop, lifting her hands up. ]
Stop. Stop, okay. [ she spits blood off to the side, shifting back. she's beat to fuck, and it feels - not good, but satisfactory. ]
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. . . They are going to try and save him.
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I know. [ she says, softer. ] I know they are. I can just - I can still -- he's my main connection this week. And he's - and I care about him.
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[Sorry!!! He actually . . . looks a little guilty about that. Putting a hand up to his mouth. He's not used to bleeding? He never used to.]
You are allowed to grieve.
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you're allowed to grieve, he says, and she thinks about how hunter is feeling, and pulls in on herself. ]
He's not a monster. He's still in there. [ she says it because she knows. ]
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[Just like Babo Kim, just like NHS.]
You are allowed to grieve, but you cannot destroy yourself as well. We still need your help.
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I know. [ she hugs her knees. ] I keep saying I can't let this happen again. But it keep does. And now - now all of you, I know all of you. I can't compartmentalize like before because I didn't fucking talk to the victim.
It's going to get harder the longer we're here.
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. . . From flame to ashes, from ashes to earth.
[. . . ]
You asked how the Burnish say goodbye.
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[ she repeats after him, softer. ]
I'll keep it with me. Thanks. That's - really important.