[ There's something to be said in favor of animal instinct here—even Felix finds himself intimidated by the sheer size of her wingspan on the best of days, and right now it seems to have the same effect on his disgruntled opponent. Felix watches his pupils dilate with fear, watches his heel scrape the ground half a step back from her, and knows before he mutters some excuse and lopes off for the exit that she's managed to back him off.
He doesn't know whether to feel grateful for the help, or insulted she thought he couldn't handle it.
Felix touches the small of her back briefly to get her attention, indicating their own exit this side of the arena. He thinks they've overstayed their welcome, and the referees will want to hurry onto the next match. ]
I didn't realize you were watching, [ he mutters, suddenly and irrationally more concerned about that than his pounding skull or the eyes in the stands still watching them. ] I had it under control. One wrong step and I would've gutted him, easily.
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He doesn't know whether to feel grateful for the help, or insulted she thought he couldn't handle it.
Felix touches the small of her back briefly to get her attention, indicating their own exit this side of the arena. He thinks they've overstayed their welcome, and the referees will want to hurry onto the next match. ]
I didn't realize you were watching, [ he mutters, suddenly and irrationally more concerned about that than his pounding skull or the eyes in the stands still watching them. ] I had it under control. One wrong step and I would've gutted him, easily.