Iskra
This world is a wasteland, nothing can grow
Accident. Iskra's anger slides against the word with a roar not unlike Pad's. He holds onto it though, already dumping heat into Iskra's veins just at the sight of him. Sah—the fucking shithead that killed Melita, threatened to take her from this world, from him. He cannot stand the notion, and that hate, that need for retribution, is what fuels his first swing.
So it's all the more infuriating that it hits like an inflatable hammer against Sah, who takes it willingly, unflinching until he pushes back in turn. Iskra's eyes widen around the pain that blossoms and bruises along his chest, steps staggering back with it, like it's something he'll have to carry now. It's nothing more than fodder for his anguish though. Harder it goads him, alive in his mind like a separate piece of him that broke off and festered on fear until it grew big enough to start to consume him too, and all his senses with it.
"YOU POWERED UP YOUR ATTACK!" Iskra flings back that accident claim with a shout as he steps forward, ready to break upon this shore if need be as another fist coils. He launches a jab and a hook towards Sah's torso with his left and then his right hands, pressing all his body weight into the momentum of the swings, wanting nothing more than to get Sah on the ground where he can pummel him bloody.
2/4
So it's all the more infuriating that it hits like an inflatable hammer against Sah, who takes it willingly, unflinching until he pushes back in turn. Iskra's eyes widen around the pain that blossoms and bruises along his chest, steps staggering back with it, like it's something he'll have to carry now. It's nothing more than fodder for his anguish though. Harder it goads him, alive in his mind like a separate piece of him that broke off and festered on fear until it grew big enough to start to consume him too, and all his senses with it.
"YOU POWERED UP YOUR ATTACK!" Iskra flings back that accident claim with a shout as he steps forward, ready to break upon this shore if need be as another fist coils. He launches a jab and a hook towards Sah's torso with his left and then his right hands, pressing all his body weight into the momentum of the swings, wanting nothing more than to get Sah on the ground where he can pummel him bloody.
2/4
I used to have strength, but I ran out of hope
