( rhys sees the hesitance for what it is — opportunity. a crack of moonlight between thick clouds, unveiling the presence of night. his jaw flexes, neck tightening as he takes the first step forward into ... what? killing him? he'll have to, if alina isn't there. if she's a second too late. if she didn't come at all. if the kaiju got to her first. if, if, if.
but then she's on newt, her tiny body a swath of pure relief that doses him, body taunt and tight for the fight that immediately seeps out of him. not that — he really can't afford to be relaxed as the grand Switch flies out of newt's hand, and rhys is brought to the pointed head of a decision that really feels bigger than it is, in the moment. one choice. alina with newt, or the entirety of the train with the switch?
he doesn't have to think. he lunges forward, using the motion to bend down, swinging one arm wide to crack his fist in the side of newt's knee, hard enough that he hears a satisfying pop as newt goes down. alina's bloodied feet to the floor — the leverage she needs. )
Choke him out!
( rhys has showed her how. and — for once — not with any nsfw connotation.
that assured, rhys makes the move towards the switch, ignoring the instinctive pang in his body to finish newt off, to conclude the promise. his whole body is at war — at a hundred different wars, really, but that at least has to take precedent. it has to. )
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but then she's on newt, her tiny body a swath of pure relief that doses him, body taunt and tight for the fight that immediately seeps out of him. not that — he really can't afford to be relaxed as the grand Switch flies out of newt's hand, and rhys is brought to the pointed head of a decision that really feels bigger than it is, in the moment. one choice. alina with newt, or the entirety of the train with the switch?
he doesn't have to think. he lunges forward, using the motion to bend down, swinging one arm wide to crack his fist in the side of newt's knee, hard enough that he hears a satisfying pop as newt goes down. alina's bloodied feet to the floor — the leverage she needs. )
Choke him out!
( rhys has showed her how. and — for once — not with any nsfw connotation.
that assured, rhys makes the move towards the switch, ignoring the instinctive pang in his body to finish newt off, to conclude the promise. his whole body is at war — at a hundred different wars, really, but that at least has to take precedent. it has to. )