[ He very nearly curses under his breath when, before he can get to his feet, she knocks him back and pins him down. Or, he probably would have cursed if he had a decent balance on his breathing yet. Practically snarling up at her, Wash naturally makes an effort to free himself, to get out from under her, or at the very least free an arm so he can get a hit in. ]
You--
[ Whatever he was going to say, it'll never be known now, as he finds himself cut off very abruptly by Tex's fist slamming into his jaw. Son of a bitch. There's a moment where he loses track of what happens, blacking out for just a couple of seconds before he's back, head rolling as he tries to get an idea of what the hell is going on. Tex's knees are digging into him, that's what's happening. Wash can't even tell which way is up at the moment so all he really manages is a groan of pain and an attempt to lift his arms to push her off.
Still disoriented, being thrown up into the air really doesn't help. Confused and frustrated, he flails and tries to grab on to something, but there's nothing to grab to stop him from flying into the wall right behind Tex. Or rather, sort of on Tex. He might not have noticed his ribs slamming into her hip if it wasn't for the sickening crack heard on the impact. Already in pain and still out of it from the punch, not helped along when his head does, in fact, collide with the wall, Wash can't say he notices any increase in pain levels, though that's almost certain to change later.
He can't even react to anything, it happens too quickly. Almost like none of it happened, he falls back to the floor as the ship levels back out. Once again, he's on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his vision mildly distorted. At this point, he should be giving up and accepting defeat before he gets himself hurt any further, but Wash is little if not stubborn. Even with the rib that has to be broken after that noise, he's rolling over, getting his hands flat against the floor and slowly pushing himself up again, though this time there's a grunt every time he moves just the right way to earn a stab of pain. ]
...You're really defensive about this new boyfriend, huh?
[ The words have an edge of a croak to them, but they're still leaving his mouth in a taunt. While he's not even in a place to be giving them, even, still trying to shove himself to his feet with some help of the wall next to him. There's a little trickle of blood coming from where his head had made initial impact with the wall, but he pays it little mind, eyes on Tex. Even if they can't quite focus on her properly yet, but that disorientation is starting to fade, at least. ]
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You--
[ Whatever he was going to say, it'll never be known now, as he finds himself cut off very abruptly by Tex's fist slamming into his jaw. Son of a bitch. There's a moment where he loses track of what happens, blacking out for just a couple of seconds before he's back, head rolling as he tries to get an idea of what the hell is going on. Tex's knees are digging into him, that's what's happening. Wash can't even tell which way is up at the moment so all he really manages is a groan of pain and an attempt to lift his arms to push her off.
Still disoriented, being thrown up into the air really doesn't help. Confused and frustrated, he flails and tries to grab on to something, but there's nothing to grab to stop him from flying into the wall right behind Tex. Or rather, sort of on Tex. He might not have noticed his ribs slamming into her hip if it wasn't for the sickening crack heard on the impact. Already in pain and still out of it from the punch, not helped along when his head does, in fact, collide with the wall, Wash can't say he notices any increase in pain levels, though that's almost certain to change later.
He can't even react to anything, it happens too quickly. Almost like none of it happened, he falls back to the floor as the ship levels back out. Once again, he's on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his vision mildly distorted. At this point, he should be giving up and accepting defeat before he gets himself hurt any further, but Wash is little if not stubborn. Even with the rib that has to be broken after that noise, he's rolling over, getting his hands flat against the floor and slowly pushing himself up again, though this time there's a grunt every time he moves just the right way to earn a stab of pain. ]
...You're really defensive about this new boyfriend, huh?
[ The words have an edge of a croak to them, but they're still leaving his mouth in a taunt. While he's not even in a place to be giving them, even, still trying to shove himself to his feet with some help of the wall next to him. There's a little trickle of blood coming from where his head had made initial impact with the wall, but he pays it little mind, eyes on Tex. Even if they can't quite focus on her properly yet, but that disorientation is starting to fade, at least. ]