Again, again, again until he's got two black eyes. Until his cheeks and lips swell to twice the size, face a blood blister nearing capacity. Another strike and she thinks he'll burst. Send blood in a fanning spray across her lips and face; caught like dew in her lashes. Crichton has no breath to catch. He doesn't struggle through blood and broken nasal cartilage. What sounds leave him are drawn up as a result of force; of liquid capillary action.
Were she at a different place in her life, she would have looked at Fever disconcertedly. Had never been the type of soldier who took pride in killing. Favored incapacitation when feasible, killed quickly when necessary. Maybe she was naive, then. Maybe she was just an idiot.
Carolina's mouth twists upwards. Specks of red dot her face.
She unlocks her elbow and lets Crichton— who doesn't look at all like himself; instead, like a bloodsucking insect post-eruption— fold over.
"About that control. I’ll take it myself, thank you. I don’t like handouts."
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Again, again, again until he's got two black eyes. Until his cheeks and lips swell to twice the size, face a blood blister nearing capacity. Another strike and she thinks he'll burst. Send blood in a fanning spray across her lips and face; caught like dew in her lashes. Crichton has no breath to catch. He doesn't struggle through blood and broken nasal cartilage. What sounds leave him are drawn up as a result of force; of liquid capillary action.
Were she at a different place in her life, she would have looked at Fever disconcertedly. Had never been the type of soldier who took pride in killing. Favored incapacitation when feasible, killed quickly when necessary. Maybe she was naive, then. Maybe she was just an idiot.
Carolina's mouth twists upwards. Specks of red dot her face.
She unlocks her elbow and lets Crichton— who doesn't look at all like himself; instead, like a bloodsucking insect post-eruption— fold over.
"About that control. I’ll take it myself, thank you. I don’t like handouts."