train tilts dangerously.
metal screaming as it grinds against tracks.
Wraith uses the momentum.
breaks my grip, rolls us.
now he's on top.
but still not going for killing blow.
still trying to communicate with those damn hand movements.
frustrated growl tears from my throat.
fight me properly!
kill or be killed!
that's all we are!
grab his wrist as his fist descends.
stop it inches from my mask.
we strain against each other.
matched perfectly.
neither giving ground.
flip. roll. slam. bash. claw.
he's beneath me now.
I have him pinned.
have him where I want him.
his scarf has come loose in struggle. can see his ruined face clearly now. the exposed muscle and sharp teeth that should be hidden behind flesh.
but his eyes are...
human.
more human than mine have ever been.
raise claws to strike him.
to tear off the rest of his face.
he doesn't fight back.
just stares at me.
pain in his eyes.
no rage. only pain.
