( land a punch, jason had said. and terry immediately opts to instead go for a knee. ah, well.
terry runs at him, probably because jason's pissing him off which is completely fair and jason--shifts his stance a little. legs spread, weight on the balls of his feet. he takes a breath, then--when terry's weight shifts suddenly onto one leg (eyes on his hips, those are always telling), shifts to the opposite leg. waits for terry's leg to make contact and it hurts, fuck, but not enough to throw him off.
because jason's immediately moving a hand under terry's thigh and grabbing hold of the underside of his knee, holding him in close. )
You're scrappy. ( voice a little rough, but grin wide in a playful way. ) Who trained you?
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terry runs at him, probably because jason's pissing him off which is completely fair and jason--shifts his stance a little. legs spread, weight on the balls of his feet. he takes a breath, then--when terry's weight shifts suddenly onto one leg (eyes on his hips, those are always telling), shifts to the opposite leg. waits for terry's leg to make contact and it hurts, fuck, but not enough to throw him off.
because jason's immediately moving a hand under terry's thigh and grabbing hold of the underside of his knee, holding him in close. )
You're scrappy. ( voice a little rough, but grin wide in a playful way. ) Who trained you?