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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2015 10:31 pm
Not enough not enough not enough, he wanted to counter, but nothing left his mouth. Barely a strangled noise made it out as the chains wrapped around his thick throat, and once flung fists became desperate clutches that ignored the spikes, ignored everything but the chilly, unfortunate conclusion that not even righteous fury would win this battle.
He choked for breath and struggled fruitlessly to dislodge Lawrence's hold, but true panic didn't set in until he felt the slight give of his shield breaking. For a split second he could truly feel the weapon biting into his skin and wondered wildly if he'd get suffocated or beheaded out in public--but then the wards kicked in, and the panic was assuaged to a cold feeling in his chest not unlike what had been planted there earlier.
Disentangling himself, Dawson staggered back and rubbed at his throat, grunting under his breath as he eyed the other man. Was he the sort of psychopath to gloat or to just take the piss out of him more? Talking didn't seem like a good idea, even though he still had plenty to say, but Dawson still coughed and grimaced his way through a sentence.
"Nice moves, pardner."
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2015 8:48 pm
The wards kicked in and there was a moment, a fleeting instant where his gaze flickered to the edge of the fields and then back to Dawson and he realised that it was not worth it to circumvent them. He let go and smiled in the most cordial fashion he could manage.
"Not bad yourself. Though not good enough, I was expecting more of you with your feelings. Why if we hadn't been out here...." and he gestured to the training fields as a whole. "Who knows?"
"I will see you again Dawson, perhaps next time it will be with more motivation."
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