[So they were going to fight. Clearly that's what two men with unresolved emotional issues should do, but it was made better by the fact that at least one of them was sober. He thought the Rabid Weasel was sober too, but the guy was clearly insane or maybe just high on some weird space drugs. Either way, they were going to hurt each other, and he was a-ok with that.
When his slash was blocked, he noted the feel of metal immediately and made mental note of it. This guy was all sharp edges and had strength and skill. He bared his teeth in reply, the corded tendons standing out in his neck, but there was no actual time to respond verbally.
Momentum drove him backwards, but he gave a little hop, tangling their feet together so that if he went down, the Rabid Weasel went down with him. As they fell, he swung his left elbow up in an attempt to drive it in Weasel's face.]
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When his slash was blocked, he noted the feel of metal immediately and made mental note of it. This guy was all sharp edges and had strength and skill. He bared his teeth in reply, the corded tendons standing out in his neck, but there was no actual time to respond verbally.
Momentum drove him backwards, but he gave a little hop, tangling their feet together so that if he went down, the Rabid Weasel went down with him. As they fell, he swung his left elbow up in an attempt to drive it in Weasel's face.]
Sadomasochist or just masochist?