[Shades screamed, alright. But the one whose voice rang out the loudest was Switchblade's own. His little knife dug into his partner, but the sheer bulk of the older boy and his anger-induced adrenaline allowed him to fight through the pain and knock his partner away with the back of his hand. Teeth sprayed the concrete. There wasn't real loyalty between these cretins...and now Shades had it out for Vincent.
Large sausage-like fingers snagged the smaller boy by the hair and wrenched him unkindly toward the wall. It seemed he wasn't done crushing faces.
Meanwhile, Kit had his hands full dodging around Kurt's brassy fist. Bandanna hadn't made a move to attack yet, and every time Kit found his opponent driving the quiet boy into his blind spot, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. When would he join the fight? How would he choose to come at him? Would it be with a weapon or his bare hands?
The answer came in the form of the boy's bandanna suddenly sliding around his neck and tightening, a trap that slowed him down just long enough for Kurt's fist to cut across his face in a mean right hook...]
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Large sausage-like fingers snagged the smaller boy by the hair and wrenched him unkindly toward the wall. It seemed he wasn't done crushing faces.
Meanwhile, Kit had his hands full dodging around Kurt's brassy fist. Bandanna hadn't made a move to attack yet, and every time Kit found his opponent driving the quiet boy into his blind spot, he felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. When would he join the fight? How would he choose to come at him? Would it be with a weapon or his bare hands?
The answer came in the form of the boy's bandanna suddenly sliding around his neck and tightening, a trap that slowed him down just long enough for Kurt's fist to cut across his face in a mean right hook...]