( Oooh, damn, that one sounded like it hurt. Nate earns exactly one second of faltering before it's abundantly clear he's fine, and then comes the onslaught. Catching wrist number two means he's yanking wrist number one away, twisting up onto a knee, trying to take the high ground. )
You don't got the moves.
( He declares confidently, despite knowing full well Nate definitely has the moves. He's got so many moves it was kind of stupid for him to think a coffee table was gonna incapacitate him when he makes a living surviving an area of two dozen people that want to murder him.
no subject
You don't got the moves.
( He declares confidently, despite knowing full well Nate definitely has the moves. He's got so many moves it was kind of stupid for him to think a coffee table was gonna incapacitate him when he makes a living surviving an area of two dozen people that want to murder him.
But.
Right now that part doesn't exist. )
Throw the white flag, man, I'll go easy on you.