“Hope I didn’t fuck you up too bad just now.” He spit, blood and saliva spraying in a sickly, bubbling concoction from between pain-clenched teeth. A sparring match that always seemed to go just a bit too far, judging by the violent bloom of dark blushed bruises against clenched jaw. He’d landed quite a bit on Damian too though, and at the moment they were quite on an equal playing field. He wiped away some of the scarlet dribbling from his lips, accidentally smearing some of it against the side of his mouth. “Wanna keep going? Me, I could go all fucking day.”
Even as he said it, he was swaying on his feet. He had a nasty habit of pushing himself too far, all for the sake of somehow impressing his steely opponent. He lashed out with clenched, scraped fists, punching the air, drunk on a mixture of pain and adrenaline. “Come on, Damian, come at me. I can take it! Don’t tell me you’re growing soft.”
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