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[Vander's tolerance for pain had only increased with age, and he was so intent on getting her own drugs into her so they evened that playing field that he only grunted softly when she stabbed him with the needle. He didn't flinch, didn't pull away, just depressed the plunger on the needle. She could stab him multiple times and he remained that immovable object that had yet to meet the unstoppable force.

He released the syringe - leaving it in her leg - so she could back off. He decided to help her along taking a hard swing towards her head, and he picked out the syringe from his hand and tossed it aside without a care in the world about it. He raised his fists, fully intent to pound her into the grass under their feet.]

Clocks ticking.

[ The swing catches her in the head, more due to how she opts to pull the syringe out over ducking. It's a split-second decision, but she can roll with it. She'll go down with that punch, only to roll out of the way of his fists as they come down. He can pound ~~sand~~ dirt, literally. ]

Not just for me.

[ From the ground, she lashes out with a boot, hard. Rolling out of the way had given her easy access to aim at the side of a knee, and that's what she lashes out for. Joints are vulnerable, no matter how big someone is. ]

We'll see.

[With her on the ground, he was shifting his weight to stomp when her boot caught the side of his knee. It connected, and he performed a little hop to the side to avoid crumpling. The struck leg toe-touched the grass for a moment before he was swinging it in to kick her on her body. Even if she rolled away, he was shifting his weight to follow.

The ground was not a great position to be in, but he'd seen her come back from worse. He wasn't willing to not go all in here. If she dropped him and he succumbed to whatever she injected him with, he had no doubt she'd make him regret it.]

[ The kick connects, though it seems to be on purpose. She didn't roll away; she made sure she was in the way, and even as the boot to the gut winds her, she fights through it, teeth gritted against the choking cough of air leaving her lungs and wheezing in a gasp. She twists, using her legs to try and do what her one arm cannot: wrap them around Vander's leg so he can't pull his boot — or leg — back.

If he isn't quick to yank himself free, she'll use her full body to turn the leg and fling him to the ground with her, and, truly? That's a lot of muscle to turn against him in one go. The effort is great, but the outcome would feasibly be worth it. ]

Edited 2025-01-15 03:46 (UTC)

[Well, that was a risky move, but he didn't fault her for it. His leg was caught with her own, and he actually let her do what she thought that she needed to. Her leverage was good, but Vander had height and weight on his advantage. As she twisted bodily, he lifted his leg from the ground with her still attached to it, wobbling a little on his other grounded foot.

Like a rooted tree, he took a swing for whatever part of her that he could for as long as she remained clinging to his leg. Of course, the first fuzziness of his vision became apparent to him, and he mentally and physically fought against the drugs creeping like rust from the injection point on his shoulder across his body.]

[ That ends that gambit swiftly, although she does raise her arm to block the swing he takes down at her. ]

Just fall already.

[ Words growled in frustration. She can't hang on for long, regardless of her strength. The position is too awkward. Swing blocked, she'll release his leg and drop back to the ground. At this point, she's beginning to feel it, too, those sedatives. She isn't as massive as he is, she... she struggles to get to her feet, unsteady on them as she gets up and raises her arm back into a fighting stance. ]

Sorry, done that once, and I don't plan on a second time.

[He withdrew his fist then his foot when she dropped to the ground. He backed off to allow her to her feet, surveying her stance before he stepped back in to test her guard with a quick three-punch combination, one towards each side of her ribs before a sharp jab towards her face.]

[ Her guard is still solid despite her missing arm. First one, she blocks. The second one she dodges. Third one? She stumbles. Yeah, those drugs are kicking in. Fucking damn it, and that's the last thing she thinks for that moment as she catches the jab to the face. She's set reeling back a few steps, nearly toppling over again.

She recovers still, spitting out blood before lurching back into the fray. She attempts to duck past his guard to settle into his jaw with a right hook of her own, followed by a knee towards the gut. ]

[Out of the pit of seeming emptiness and the rising fog, there was a sliver of pleasure at his fist connecting with her face, the blood he spilt, in this teeny tiny revenge for his boys. It would never undo the loss, but there was something about the idea of returning to form after so long being a presence without the need to simply lay someone out.

Vander held his ground as she came on, her fist impacting with his jaw. His head snapped to the side with the force of it, the pain radiating from the blow that would surely bruise. For a little while. He lifted a knee to deflect the blow for his gut. He stepped in to grab her shoulders, attempting to pick her up and throw her bodily into the building wall.

He turned his head and spat blood on the grass from where his teeth had cut into his cheek from her punch. He wavered on his feet, stumbling a little but shaking his head to force focus.]

[ That's the end of it. Sevika took a risk getting in close for her attack, and now she pays the price. Vander grips her shoulders, and she feels her feet leaving the ground. The next thing she knows, she's colliding with the side of the hospital. She can feel something crack, but there's one blessing to the sedative — it doubles as a painkiller if nothing else, but waking up is going to be hell.

From the wall to the ground with a pained grunt, and that's where she'll stay. There's no getting back up from that, not with how dizzy she's left feeling. ]

[He stood watching as she hit the wall and slumped to the ground, and he swayed a little on his feet before he grunted softly as he lifted a hand to wipe his mouth. He stepped forward, nudging her with a foot to see if she was faking unconsciousness. Nope, she was out.

Vander leaned down carefully and grabbed her by her hair, dragging her away from the wall before hauling her around the building to the hospital door. He dropped her there, expecting someone would provide medical care that he wasn't willing to bother with. It was more than he owed her.

After that, he swayed and lumbered his way back to the apartments to pass out on the floor.]

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