Ezekiel threw up a arm above his eyes to sheilf himself from the loose pieces of wood flying acrost the dark room from Sights onslaught against his table.

"Now you're speaking my language."

Ezekiels head jerked back, eyes follwoing the first as is flew dangerously close to the bridge of his nose. As sight followed through with the swing, Ezekiel threw up his right hand, fist bawled, in a attempt to connect a punch in her armpit/shoulder joint region where her arm would have followed through after the punch.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane