[ There’s a back and forth to this that Ephemera doesn’t understand and doesn’t like, something a little less than the brutal unpredictable of a true fight. It feels like a game, is the thing, and it shouldn’t. He should gouge Felix’s eyes out with his fingers. Tear his throat out instead of just biting the shit out of him. There’s blood on the ground but not enough.
Not nearly enough. And Felix staring down at him like -
What? Like it’s a fucking game.
Ephemera bares his teeth. He takes the blow to the face and the world goes numb, but he doesn’t drop. He sways but he doesn’t fucking drop. ]
Not good enough.
[ He doesn’t touch Felix’s implant - they agreed, or maybe Felix just tossed it out there like a mercy - but Ephemera doesn’t bother holding back. He boxes Felix’s ears, hard, and then he goes for his eyes again. Vicious this time. Like it matters.
It ought to. This is too slow and Ephemera thinks that’s going to drive him even crazier. This isn’t right. He needs his armor and this isn’t right. ]
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Not nearly enough. And Felix staring down at him like -
What? Like it’s a fucking game.
Ephemera bares his teeth. He takes the blow to the face and the world goes numb, but he doesn’t drop. He sways but he doesn’t fucking drop. ]
Not good enough.
[ He doesn’t touch Felix’s implant - they agreed, or maybe Felix just tossed it out there like a mercy - but Ephemera doesn’t bother holding back. He boxes Felix’s ears, hard, and then he goes for his eyes again. Vicious this time. Like it matters.
It ought to. This is too slow and Ephemera thinks that’s going to drive him even crazier. This isn’t right. He needs his armor and this isn’t right. ]