Peter
Having his first move so easily sidestepped didn't seem to deter Rory, though he did seem to take a moment to reassess his strategy. Outwardly, Peter gave him as little to work with as possible, nothing in his posture or face to indicate what he was thinking or planning. The second feint seemed as easy as the first, but Peter very quickly realised two things.
One, Rory wasn't pausing his advance anymore, which, two, put Peter on the defensive. He was being corralled, forced into a corner where he'd have no choice but to retaliate. A frown crossed the blank mask of his face, Peter's brows furrowing as he thought. There were a few false steps that he could take advantage of, that he did take advantage of, but it wasn't enough to keep the distance between them. Not only that, but he was, quite literally, being forced into a fence, and if that happened, he'd have nowhere left to run.
Peter took his eyes off his assailant for a moment, just a moment, to see how close he was to the barrier. As he did, his foot went into a dip, and with his body twisted the way it was, Peter was thrown off balance. He fell, and in an act born of desperation, threw the scarf behind him, thinking that if he could recover quickly enough he could reach it again before Rory. Rolling less than gracefully, Peter popped up to his feet as quickly as he could and turned his back to the other man, going to grab the scarf.
One, Rory wasn't pausing his advance anymore, which, two, put Peter on the defensive. He was being corralled, forced into a corner where he'd have no choice but to retaliate. A frown crossed the blank mask of his face, Peter's brows furrowing as he thought. There were a few false steps that he could take advantage of, that he did take advantage of, but it wasn't enough to keep the distance between them. Not only that, but he was, quite literally, being forced into a fence, and if that happened, he'd have nowhere left to run.
Peter took his eyes off his assailant for a moment, just a moment, to see how close he was to the barrier. As he did, his foot went into a dip, and with his body twisted the way it was, Peter was thrown off balance. He fell, and in an act born of desperation, threw the scarf behind him, thinking that if he could recover quickly enough he could reach it again before Rory. Rolling less than gracefully, Peter popped up to his feet as quickly as he could and turned his back to the other man, going to grab the scarf.
I don't wanna live that way
I do not wanna live in pain
I do not wanna live in pain
