Fight

Jason starts to feel worse as Katie talks, and begins to tense even more. He really didn’t want to argue, but he’d lived for fighting and now he’d almost forgotten how to back down.

He’d wanted to be back here for so long that he’d been able to taste it. Yet now, all he wanted was to be left alone. The shock he was going through confused and angered him. He didn’t know how to respond to it.

As Katie leaves, Jason lets his fist fall onto the table. Angry, he closes his eyes for a moment, tearing down his own barrier, and hurling his raw emotions out with force. He knows it’s a rash move that causes more pain than need be, like ripping duct-tape off of skin instead of treating it with care. But if Katie wanted to feel his confusion, hurt, loneliness and anger, she’d get it.

Though always a release in pressure when allowing his emotions to surface, too much anger clouds his mind, making him feel anything but good. His emotional pool empty, he folds his arms on the table to lean forward and bury his face, once again exhausted.


Wyatt goes down hard, the back of his head slamming into the floor. Wincing, he barely has enough time to brace himself as he’s attacked. Shifting his weight, he draws up his leg to jam his knee into one guy’s stomach.

Receiving a blow to his jaw, he tries to gain any upper hand by throwing his own fist, nailing Stan square on the nose. Rolling over to get to his feet, he feels a kick to his gut and doubles over in pain. His eye catches movement, and he uses his bent frame to ram one of his opponents, lifting him up as he straightens, sending him up and over Wyatt’s shoulders and back down, slamming into the table.

Spinning around, Wyatt can feel the blood running from his lip as he tries to fend off his adversaries. Something in his brain reminds him that three to one odds aren’t in his favor, but he doesn’t have much of a choice right now but to try and fight his way out. He was trained for this, but never did like a brawl.

Grabbed from behind, Wyatt feels both arms pinned behind his back as Stan comes at him from the front. Absorbing several more hits to the face and ribs, Wyatt finally manages to shift his weight enough to use the men behind him as balance, lifting both his feet off the floor and kicking with force, directly into Stan’s gut.

The backward movement shoves the other two men back into a table and Wyatt crashes back to the floor with both of them. Though holding his own, he knows he’s gonna need some help here pretty quick or he’s going to take a hit that will knock him out for sure. A chair is swung in his direction and he ducks, witnessing one of their own getting hit hard with the furniture. It would have been funny if Wyatt hadn’t been in this position.