[ again, on the same wavelength. jyn tends to consider illya to be more like cassian, they're both capable and fastidious and reserved, whereas she and daisy are more act first, think never. but jyn and illya do have one thing in common and it is a whole lotta rage.
she slinks out of her bedroom with the languid ease of a loth-cat but her eyes are sharp and her mouth is set. illya isn't really where jyn's anger lays, but she can't punch her dead friends and family so illya is the closest receptacle for her anger.
[ none sounds like a poorly thought out idea; even saw had rules for jyn -- specifically so she wouldn't maim or murder the grown adult men she was fighting. but if illya wants to erase the rules, that is his prerogative.
she doesn't wait for a second invitation, sprinting across the room at him, leaping up and over the coffee table and using the new height to jump, romantically, into his arms. her legs tangle around his waist and she uses the momentum and her own weight to swing down and away from him and hurl him toward the floor.
her legs unwind before he hits the ground, falling away from him and rolling back to her feet, crouched with one hand on the floor. ]
( if illya's expecting anything, he's expecting her to punch him, not pull out some kind of acrobatic nonsense. so, he's caught off guard which isn't easy to do. he stumbles, hitting the floor with a thump and smacking into one of their chairs.
he's back up on his feet quickly enough though and then he's lunging for her, swinging a right hand towards her chin. )
[ jyn fights like a wrecking ball, a star destroyer coming head on and the only option is to move or get demolished. she knows how to protect herself, saw had taught her that from the get go, but she'd always favored taking her licks to get in position for something of her own.
illya's fist connects with her jaw with a crunch that makes her teeth rattle, but she ignores the way her vision briefly blurs in order to pummel her fists into his gut and sides, using her momentum to push past him and out of range again. both of them are too aggressive to dance around the other, it's two trains colliding on the same track. ]
( this poor living room isn't going to stand up to this. illya lets her back away but he doesn't stay back for long before pushing forward and trying to use his reach to grab her and toss her over his shoulder and onto the ground.
[ the wind rushes out of jyn but it doesn't slow her down, even if she looks queasy as she rolls to her knees and then her feet. she refuses to let illya take her down that quickly and launches herself at him before she can really get her breath back.
maybe there is too much pent up frustration between them, maybe too much pent up emotion in both of them in general, but the fight is vicious. neither of them are made to pull punches and what jyn lacks in illya's bulk, she makes up for by throwing her weight behind every punch, every kick, every elbow, knee, shoulder. her whole body is a weapon.
it's too bad they don't fight each other in the rings because this would be quite a show; both of them fight like they have to win to survive.
eventually and perhaps luckily, the coffee table becomes a casualty, shattering under the weight of two humans throwing themselves at each other and crashing down atop the glass and metal table. jyn rolls over, groaning as glass digs into her back. maybe it was the sound of the glass breaking or having the wind knocked out of her again or maybe she'd gotten what she wanted out of this fight, some kind of catharsis, but it was something.
her hand lifts between them, bruised and a little bloody. ] Truce?
[ daisy and cassian are going to be Annoyed with them so maybe a united front is better than a divided one. ]
[ SO THERE. SHE IS THE BIGGER PERSON. for fuck's sake, jyn erso, let it go. her nose wrinkles and she pushes out a sigh, admitting with some reluctance: ]
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Alright. Meet me in the living room.
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( come and get him. he hasn't moved any furniture, which is probably bad but he also does not care right now. )
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she slinks out of her bedroom with the languid ease of a loth-cat but her eyes are sharp and her mouth is set. illya isn't really where jyn's anger lays, but she can't punch her dead friends and family so illya is the closest receptacle for her anger.
her arms cross. ]
Rules?
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( he doesn't care what happens here because while he thinks her a capable fighter, he doesn't think she will be able to completely overtake him. )
None.
( he raises his arms and nods. )
Come on.
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she doesn't wait for a second invitation, sprinting across the room at him, leaping up and over the coffee table and using the new height to jump, romantically, into his arms. her legs tangle around his waist and she uses the momentum and her own weight to swing down and away from him and hurl him toward the floor.
her legs unwind before he hits the ground, falling away from him and rolling back to her feet, crouched with one hand on the floor. ]
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he's back up on his feet quickly enough though and then he's lunging for her, swinging a right hand towards her chin. )
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illya's fist connects with her jaw with a crunch that makes her teeth rattle, but she ignores the way her vision briefly blurs in order to pummel her fists into his gut and sides, using her momentum to push past him and out of range again. both of them are too aggressive to dance around the other, it's two trains colliding on the same track. ]
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at least he avoided the coffee table? )
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maybe there is too much pent up frustration between them, maybe too much pent up emotion in both of them in general, but the fight is vicious. neither of them are made to pull punches and what jyn lacks in illya's bulk, she makes up for by throwing her weight behind every punch, every kick, every elbow, knee, shoulder. her whole body is a weapon.
it's too bad they don't fight each other in the rings because this would be quite a show; both of them fight like they have to win to survive.
eventually and perhaps luckily, the coffee table becomes a casualty, shattering under the weight of two humans throwing themselves at each other and crashing down atop the glass and metal table. jyn rolls over, groaning as glass digs into her back. maybe it was the sound of the glass breaking or having the wind knocked out of her again or maybe she'd gotten what she wanted out of this fight, some kind of catharsis, but it was something.
her hand lifts between them, bruised and a little bloody. ] Truce?
[ daisy and cassian are going to be Annoyed with them so maybe a united front is better than a divided one. ]
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( or had she gotten that out of her system. )
I made a mistake, I acknowledged it and you have taken your revenge. I should be asking you if it is a truce.
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[ SO THERE. SHE IS THE BIGGER PERSON. for fuck's sake, jyn erso, let it go. her nose wrinkles and she pushes out a sigh, admitting with some reluctance: ]
You're not the worst person in the world.
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( look, they were friends again. or something close to it. )
I am not cleaning up this coffee table.
( they should leave it. )
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I'll get Sam to help me. Go clean up your face, you look like you've been beat up by a little girl.
[ yeah, they're back. ]
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so. there's that, at least. )