04-27-2011, 12:17 AM
Brown eyes flicked down to Belle's hand, then back up. “Not sure,” he answered, his deep voice just above a murmur. “Hard to do training when you haven't slept.”
“I did sleep,” Belle spat. “It's not my goddamned fault you're so lazy.”
“Hm,” his Dad grunted as Belle turned his back to him.
The attack came without warning. Belle dropped to the snow as his father's fist cut the air above him, knocking up a curtain of snow. He waved his body, shooting a kick at the old man's shin as he rolled away, got to his feet, and turned to face him.
But he wasn't there anymore.
“Opening!”
Belle jerked to the side, but not fast enough. Sledgehammer knuckles raced past, tapping his chin, and his entire skull seemed to rattle. Belle sagged.
The knee drove into his gut, the air wheezing out of him. He fell, and as he did, a heavy hand clamped onto the back of his head and pushed down, slamming his face into the snow. He twisted his head to the side, gasped for air.
“You shouldn't lie,” his dad said, disapproving. “For one thing, you suck at it. Second, I know you too well.” His grip shifted, crushing Belle against the cold as he tried to wriggle away. “You haven't slept. If you did, you'd have been able to dodge an easy punch like that. There's no point to training when your senses are that dull. Understand?”
“I did sleep,” Belle spat. “It's not my goddamned fault you're so lazy.”
“Hm,” his Dad grunted as Belle turned his back to him.
The attack came without warning. Belle dropped to the snow as his father's fist cut the air above him, knocking up a curtain of snow. He waved his body, shooting a kick at the old man's shin as he rolled away, got to his feet, and turned to face him.
But he wasn't there anymore.
“Opening!”
Belle jerked to the side, but not fast enough. Sledgehammer knuckles raced past, tapping his chin, and his entire skull seemed to rattle. Belle sagged.
The knee drove into his gut, the air wheezing out of him. He fell, and as he did, a heavy hand clamped onto the back of his head and pushed down, slamming his face into the snow. He twisted his head to the side, gasped for air.
“You shouldn't lie,” his dad said, disapproving. “For one thing, you suck at it. Second, I know you too well.” His grip shifted, crushing Belle against the cold as he tried to wriggle away. “You haven't slept. If you did, you'd have been able to dodge an easy punch like that. There's no point to training when your senses are that dull. Understand?”
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Reb: ya know
Reb: I think you're a fucking moron OOC
Reb: but I have to hand it to you
Reb: you've become a really great writer