<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79170.msg3578277#msg3578277">Quote from: Saerra on 03-09-2010, 05:56:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The man moved like a streetrat, no grace at all. It actually made Sunny smirk. All muscle and no controle. Too bad, no fun to be had this time around.<br/><br/>Sunny didn't even attempted to avoid the grab, it made his job of getting down from the bunk easier and could even make the other man think he was slow. Though he did compensate, hopefully going unnoticed, so he'd not be at the man's mercy and against him, leaning back immediately when his feet felt the floor. Without a second glance the mouse of his hand darted towards the other man's wounded shoulder, hard but focused thrust. Immediately followed by a flip so the palm would be up and a slashing move to the neck was made, aiming to have the side of his hand make unsubtle contant there.<br/><br/>His free hand didn't just hang there, but had raised to his own breast bone, palm to the other man, fingers slightly curved, ready to react with a new thrust if the Hispanic man didn't respond strongly enough to his taste.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The way the man just fucking<em>moved</em>sent a spike of fear through Santos - though he barely had time to feel it lick quick and cold against the inside of his spine before his mind exploded in a rush of sick pain, the chink's blow landing solidly on his wound. Santos let go of the man and instinctively twisted away and let out a cry - which turned into a choke when the bastard hit his neck.<br/><br/>His brain buzzed with pain and rage. If he hadn't been locked in such a small space he might -<em>might</em>- have retreated, because he wasn't fucking stupid. The motherfucker was doing some kung-fu shit. What he wouldn't do for his glock. But here he was, stuck in a fucking closet with a kung-pow chink who thought he had a fucking right to the top bunk. Santos had heard what that made the guy on the bottom bunk, and he was no one's bitch.<br/><br/>He bared his teeth and fisted his hand and instant before he let it fly, going for his cell mate's ugly-ass face.<br/><br/>