[ the space is brief. it's not enough to recuperate. but it is enough for evan to spit blood onto the pavement, wipe his jaw off despite the stinging pain, before david's rushing at him again. blood smeared on his face, sweat dripping, bruises already forming, his skin red and raised. eyes fixed on evan with a bright, intense violence.
evan lets him shove him back with the shoulder check but doesn't go down yet. he skids back, then locks his knees and takes the first two punches before ducking under them and trying with everything he has to get his arms around david's waist and hurl him to the ground. if he goes with him, fine. the intent is to get him down and curbstomp the hell out of him, but he doesn't expect it to be that easy. it's never that easy with david king. ]
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evan lets him shove him back with the shoulder check but doesn't go down yet. he skids back, then locks his knees and takes the first two punches before ducking under them and trying with everything he has to get his arms around david's waist and hurl him to the ground. if he goes with him, fine. the intent is to get him down and curbstomp the hell out of him, but he doesn't expect it to be that easy. it's never that easy with david king. ]