there's light at the edge of the darkness
Seeing Deimos' raised brow, Loren narrowed his eyes at the General. However, the healer stayed quiet, focusing instead on the other man's body. Specifically on the fist heading towards the Firebrand's ribs.
His own punch missed its mark, landing on muscle instead of bone. Twisting to one side, he once again tightened his abs, taking Deimos' blow on the side. This time, Loren's breath did leave him with a whoosh of air. At least his ribs hadn't cracked, though he'd have a second bruise to compliment the first.
Growling with what little breath he had left, he righted himself even as his hand was coming forward. This time, he shot an uppercut at Deimos' jaw.
His own punch missed its mark, landing on muscle instead of bone. Twisting to one side, he once again tightened his abs, taking Deimos' blow on the side. This time, Loren's breath did leave him with a whoosh of air. At least his ribs hadn't cracked, though he'd have a second bruise to compliment the first.
Growling with what little breath he had left, he righted himself even as his hand was coming forward. This time, he shot an uppercut at Deimos' jaw.
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