[ See, Gorgug was already getting pretty fucking mad.
And there's a good side to this, and a bad side to this. The bad side might be that he's losing his hold on logic or strategy here: capable of rookie mistakes, some might say. He's thinking more about what he wants to do than what he should do, such as that blade that was somewhere in between the two of them, and tossing aside his own blade. There's nothing clever about any of this, with him trying to move up onto his feet to do that throwing plan.
Except, maybe there's a little bit of positivity to that choice, along with the main positive to being mad: he can't feel much else about his being except his rage. The louder that his rage gets, the more his pain sensors become dulled.
This doesn't mean the knee to Gorgug's balls goes unnoticed, or unfelt, however. His legs are somewhere in the beginning of finding a means to rise, first on one side, which doesn't really stop the hit from connecting: it just means Fabian has to raise his knee the entire way. And Fabian will see that it connects when, well--he'll certainly feel it first, actually; but he'll be front stage to witness the snap of Gorgug's eyes widening, the choked sound of somewhere sensitive being attacked. Even if it's not as sensitive as it could be right then, one doesn't experience a very different sensation down there.
And this will turn out to be a very bad thing for Fabian, actually.
Because the way that Gorgug's face twists isn't anything like horror or pain: it's the kind of ire where it's difficult to discern--especially with black scleras and white pupils--if he even sees Fabian, and isn't consumed by a new level of utter, pure rage. He slips onto his feet, sweeping Fabian up in the same motion like the half-elf weighs nothing heavier than a bag of feathers, and wastes no time in raising him high above his head with a guttural yell before slamming him straight back into the ground again.
There's nothing easy about the drop. The ground behind Fabian cracks from his impact, and Gorgug uses that moment in Fabian's drop to grab Fandragor by its blade, sacrificing it cutting into skin and flesh if he has to--if Fabian can even manage to resist--to have a stronger enough hold to throw it aside. Not that he would do anything but grip onto it anyway, when he's already ignoring a gash along his upper right arm from their earlier roll as he lowers back down over Fabian again.
His legs bend to pin at Fabian's under them, knees pointed into the ground, and Gorgug crushes a hand against Fabian's face as if trying to dig it deeper into the floor on the other side. For a few seconds, anyway, before fingers and nails scrape carelessly across the top and tears off the eyepatch that Fabian wears.
And Fabian will see it there in Gorgug's hand, hovering above his head, somewhere near the face of violence bearing gritted teeth trapped in a snarl. ]
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And there's a good side to this, and a bad side to this. The bad side might be that he's losing his hold on logic or strategy here: capable of rookie mistakes, some might say. He's thinking more about what he wants to do than what he should do, such as that blade that was somewhere in between the two of them, and tossing aside his own blade. There's nothing clever about any of this, with him trying to move up onto his feet to do that throwing plan.
Except, maybe there's a little bit of positivity to that choice, along with the main positive to being mad: he can't feel much else about his being except his rage. The louder that his rage gets, the more his pain sensors become dulled.
This doesn't mean the knee to Gorgug's balls goes unnoticed, or unfelt, however. His legs are somewhere in the beginning of finding a means to rise, first on one side, which doesn't really stop the hit from connecting: it just means Fabian has to raise his knee the entire way. And Fabian will see that it connects when, well--he'll certainly feel it first, actually; but he'll be front stage to witness the snap of Gorgug's eyes widening, the choked sound of somewhere sensitive being attacked. Even if it's not as sensitive as it could be right then, one doesn't experience a very different sensation down there.
And this will turn out to be a very bad thing for Fabian, actually.
Because the way that Gorgug's face twists isn't anything like horror or pain: it's the kind of ire where it's difficult to discern--especially with black scleras and white pupils--if he even sees Fabian, and isn't consumed by a new level of utter, pure rage. He slips onto his feet, sweeping Fabian up in the same motion like the half-elf weighs nothing heavier than a bag of feathers, and wastes no time in raising him high above his head with a guttural yell before slamming him straight back into the ground again.
There's nothing easy about the drop. The ground behind Fabian cracks from his impact, and Gorgug uses that moment in Fabian's drop to grab Fandragor by its blade, sacrificing it cutting into skin and flesh if he has to--if Fabian can even manage to resist--to have a stronger enough hold to throw it aside. Not that he would do anything but grip onto it anyway, when he's already ignoring a gash along his upper right arm from their earlier roll as he lowers back down over Fabian again.
His legs bend to pin at Fabian's under them, knees pointed into the ground, and Gorgug crushes a hand against Fabian's face as if trying to dig it deeper into the floor on the other side. For a few seconds, anyway, before fingers and nails scrape carelessly across the top and tears off the eyepatch that Fabian wears.
And Fabian will see it there in Gorgug's hand, hovering above his head, somewhere near the face of violence bearing gritted teeth trapped in a snarl. ]