Feeling the resistance beneath the knife was gratifying. Feeling the timid scholar's fist meet his face? Not so nice. The rusty zepar snarled , slamming the knife into the scholar's arm again. As he lifted it, intending to slam it into the other male's face, he found his arm being twisted until he was forced to drop the razor keen blade. He threw his considerable weight forward, into the smaller pale male, his snarls answering the male who had once been called his father.
He felt ribs crunch as the two met the ground, the D'Artisian hitting the ground first. He brought his fist up as the scholar tried to throw his weight off of his chest. His fist crashed into the male's face, returning the favor of the sore and swelling face. He wanted to crush the snow hued male, wanted to see his life extinguished. The butterflies began whispering, and the male was tempted to ignore them. They insisted he not kill the brute, that he give him the chance to repent, to accept them as his gods as Liam had done...
Fine. He would knock the pale male out then. As he decided that, the scholar managed to slip out from under him. The coward began running! Liam let out a snarl and pounced, driving the brute into the ground face first. He'd teach him.
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