[ 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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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. )