The helmet's edge had wrenched away from Bel's hand, the friction numbing all on its own. The hold had been precarious, a move taken from null-G spars and relying mostly on the momentum already in play, but the masked man was just too good, rolling with it instead of slamming helmet-first into the floor like he should have. If Bel's stunner hand hadn't been pointed that way already--
Bel fired. The masked man was sliding on something, oh... but the second stun was enough. Good thing, too. Gravity was taking over, along with pain, right on schedule. A full-body flinch as the second red-ringed disc struck the floor a foot away, clattering to a stop without a conscious hand to receive it, punched a gasping cry from Bel's lungs, their one good hand fumbling through hot wetness to find the wound and hold it closed.
Tron had collapsed too. But he'd called for medical help. Good -- now Bel didn't have to, not that they could have done it one-handed anyway. Where was the stunner? Oh -- skidded off along the floor; it had gotten away, somehow.
And that surely was a great deal of blood.....
Cold all over, ragged breaths stuttering on full-body shudders as lungs labored to pull in more air, Bel could feel shock closing in. All in all... not the worst individual fight they'd ever been in, though definitely in the top ten. And granting the med-techs hurried up, and/or cryo worked as advertised here, it wouldn't be the last.
The world narrowed down to breathing, and Bel cast a last glance at the two slumped bodies and panted out, "I win."
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Bel fired. The masked man was sliding on something, oh... but the second stun was enough. Good thing, too. Gravity was taking over, along with pain, right on schedule. A full-body flinch as the second red-ringed disc struck the floor a foot away, clattering to a stop without a conscious hand to receive it, punched a gasping cry from Bel's lungs, their one good hand fumbling through hot wetness to find the wound and hold it closed.
Tron had collapsed too. But he'd called for medical help. Good -- now Bel didn't have to, not that they could have done it one-handed anyway. Where was the stunner? Oh -- skidded off along the floor; it had gotten away, somehow.
And that surely was a great deal of blood.....
Cold all over, ragged breaths stuttering on full-body shudders as lungs labored to pull in more air, Bel could feel shock closing in. All in all... not the worst individual fight they'd ever been in, though definitely in the top ten. And granting the med-techs hurried up, and/or cryo worked as advertised here, it wouldn't be the last.
The world narrowed down to breathing, and Bel cast a last glance at the two slumped bodies and panted out, "I win."