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Skav breathes in response to Blue's outcries. The sounds are shallow and slow and laced with strain; the sighs of an Olympic runner or a dying man. They breathe and breathe until the world stops spinning and the rain appears as singular pixels instead of a mesh of water, and then Skav is rolling onto their stomach and pushing themself up onto their knees. The butterfly knife toppled into the rain-flooded street, a rectangle of oil-colors in the mess of a darkness. Skav fumbled to get a grip on it. Their fingers wouldn't close properly, filled with static instead of blood, and sleep wavered their vision and their grasp again and again. Eventually, adrenaline stuck the two together, and Skav was able to raise shakily to their feet. They didn't have a sense of mind to think anymore, and with a stunted cry they rushed forward as barreled right into the assailant.

Weight sent both flying over Blue and tumbling across the sidewalk. Skav kicked and thrashed against the heavier weight of Dog-mask, practically blind and mostly deaf to the curses that were barely filling the thundering air. They eventually managed to pull away from Dog-mask, skidding back an inch or two until their back was pressed securely onto a wall. The butterfly flicked open, glinting in the streetlamp light, and Skav tried to calm their wheezing breath and find their eyesight again. It came back too quickly, though, when a sudden fist dug into their stomach. Slashing random, Skav felt their blade catch on either fabric or skin, and then they were being thrown again, away from the wall and back onto more sodden sidewalks.

[b]"Fuck! Fuck!"[/b] Dog-mask cursed. Skav rose onto their knees again, heaving dryly and sobbing despite themself, and then they were scrabbling to their feet again, twisting on their heels just in time to see Dog-mask reach out for another punch. Skav ducked, faltered as they lost their sense of balance again, and then they barreled into Dog-mask's stomach, throwing both onto the ground. They took a fraction of a second to notice the man's lack of weapon, and then another to realize he was bleeding from a gash in his shoulder. Satisfaction formed and then fell apart as they swayed again, and Dog-mask took the second of delay to thrash and throw Skav off to one side.

Skav groaned when a foot dug right into their solar plexus again, shuddering passed a wish to vomit then and there as weight fell onto them and hands closed around their throat. Skav had no energy to thrash. Air was vanishing quickly, and their brain wasn't prepared to go without oxygen, not when it was drunk and drugged to holy Hell. Skav muttered a prayer under their breath, short and sweet, singing out Hail Mary's in a drastically failing tone just as their hands rose up to bury the knife into the man's gut. Warmth soaked their hands, a drastic change of pace from the chilling rain above.

Curses were uttered like a fervent prayer, and Skav scrambled back when the hands around their neck loosened and rose to grapple with Skav's fingers and weapon. The butterfly knife is caught and thrown off towards Blue, an obviously idiotic act that the other man didn't even seem to realize until it was too late, but Skav didn't give them anytime to fix their wrong. They jerked up a knee and dug it right into the sensitive area surrounding the fresh puncture wound. Dog-mask screamed in pain, reaching blindly for the wound, and Skav pulled away further until, once again, they found a wall to their back. They took a moment to catch their breath, twisting around the bruises on their stomach as their lungs filled with wet air and smoke and the promise of sleep. Dog-mask wasn't screaming anymore. 

No... There was no noise at all. Nothing, just the hum of their own heart in their ears. The world wasn't even a mesh of colors, just darkness. Skav was blind again, completely useless as they pressed far into the scratchy texture of bricks and grease and waited. They didn't have to wait long, of course. Dog-mask would regain some of his rage eventually, and when he did Skav would feel every inch of anger that decided to manifest.

Still, the next punch was much worse then Skav expected it to be. 

It came like a bullet and caught their nose and upper lip beyond the mask. Darkness danced, rain water tasted coppery, and then Skav was being pressed higher up onto the wall, held there by hands that were shaking with truculence and pain and fury. Skav hung limply. [b]"You're dead. You're so fucking dead, Crow."[/b]

[b][color=#ff00a5]"Don' feel very dead,"[/color][/b] Skav licked their split upper lip and tasted blood. Their eyes squeezed shut as the hands gripping their collar shifted up to press against their wind pipe again, [b][color=#ff00a5]"I think-- I think you're lying to me."[/color][/b] They wheezed, and then laughed as Dg-mask cursed them out in reply.