[ Just as his fingers seem to find purchase, he hears the hum of the Viktor's laser. His lightning is as quick as a thought, defusing some of the heat. It stings, but his skin is barely reddened -- it's the surprise more than anything, that serves well to distract him. They've argued plenty of times before, but never to the point that anything has gotten physical, and for a moment Cid wonders if he has let this all go too far.
It's about then that Viktor kicks him.
It's not elegant, but Viktor is mostly metal, and in this form Cid weighs no more than an ordinary man. It sends him flying back into a work bench, the bench itself rocking precariously so that tools and baubles rain down around him. The electricity holding Viktor in place finally releases.
Cid grunts, already shifting to get his hands under him... only to realize he's still holding Viktor's mask. He pushes himself up, mask in-hand. He can't remember the last time he was able to meet Viktor's true gaze. ]
I do. [ Cid coughs, tasting blood. ] You just don't want to admit it. One thing about you that hasn't bloody changed.
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It's about then that Viktor kicks him.
It's not elegant, but Viktor is mostly metal, and in this form Cid weighs no more than an ordinary man. It sends him flying back into a work bench, the bench itself rocking precariously so that tools and baubles rain down around him. The electricity holding Viktor in place finally releases.
Cid grunts, already shifting to get his hands under him... only to realize he's still holding Viktor's mask. He pushes himself up, mask in-hand. He can't remember the last time he was able to meet Viktor's true gaze. ]
I do. [ Cid coughs, tasting blood. ] You just don't want to admit it. One thing about you that hasn't bloody changed.