Iskra
This world is a wasteland, nothing can grow
Something falsely sweet coats him with satisfaction as the connection he's desperate to feel between fist and flesh finally arrives. It's still not the ruin he's chasing, not the retribution in a pound of flesh he's suddenly starving to carve out of Sah, but it's something on the wake of nothing and for that it feels all the more large.
The moment is shortlived as Sah grabs him like an errant child, locked against arms and elbows that seem nearly as made of iron as any jail. Iskra tries to twist against the hold, a vein bulging along his neck with the effort to pull away. Like a shadow in the noon sun, there is no escape for him though. Even if Sah's strength isn't leagues greater than his, Iskra's energy is waning, the fire something that burns hot but fast, the fuel of it all wasting to ash. Iskra struggles one last time, trying to hook a punch to Sah's side, but it lacks the reach to gain much power.
"YOU TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT," Iskra shouts with some final straw he's grasped for reason. The sound of him is strained and muffled against the grip of Sah, and because maybe there's something like admittance starting to creep in as Sah's continued refusal to fully fight back settles like a balm.
4/4
The moment is shortlived as Sah grabs him like an errant child, locked against arms and elbows that seem nearly as made of iron as any jail. Iskra tries to twist against the hold, a vein bulging along his neck with the effort to pull away. Like a shadow in the noon sun, there is no escape for him though. Even if Sah's strength isn't leagues greater than his, Iskra's energy is waning, the fire something that burns hot but fast, the fuel of it all wasting to ash. Iskra struggles one last time, trying to hook a punch to Sah's side, but it lacks the reach to gain much power.
"YOU TRIED TO MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT," Iskra shouts with some final straw he's grasped for reason. The sound of him is strained and muffled against the grip of Sah, and because maybe there's something like admittance starting to creep in as Sah's continued refusal to fully fight back settles like a balm.
4/4
I used to have strength, but I ran out of hope
