[Horst had started to move forward, to push Yuca off balance; that unfortunately makes Yuca's punch hit even harder. Even if he can't have the wind knocked out of him, it does make him gasp, for a moment his fangs are undeniably visible as what they are.
Then he grabs Yuca's shoulder with his free hand and tries to knock him sideways onto one of the benches]
[Yuca is able to catch only a glimpse of Horst's fangs before he's shoved over the edge of the bench, the hand he'd used to punch him fisting in his shirt and pulling him down alongside with him as he lands on his back in one of the cushions on the pews, before kicking and rolling to shove Horst sideways onto the floor.]
[Horst is knocked off, and though he's kept a steeled grip on Yuca, he knocks his head on the concrete floor and it stuns him briefly. Still, he tries to punch Yuca, this time in the face]
[This has... sort of turned into something more than a simple teaching. Yuca wasn't even instructing him anymore- the blows had hurt, and as petty as it was, he wanted to reciprocate. It could possibly be said the same of Horst- he'd had to endure Yuca hitting him and cutting him for awhile now, and he'd finally gotten a few punches in not to mention finally being able to vent the whole frustration that comes from just being Horst.
Yuca's head snaps to the side as the punch makes contact with his jaw, and moves to stomp his foot over the vampire's chest, not able to aim all that well due to the previous blow.]
[Horst rolls to the side, under the pew and then he gets up on the other side. If nothing else, it seems he was listening when this was still a lesson.
His shirt is ripped in at least three places, but the cuts have stopped bleeding at least. He eyes Yuca, and for a moment becomes distracted by the scars on Yuca's neck.
Then he jumps over the bench between them, to tackle Yuca to the ground]
[Yuca puts his arms up as he's forced off of the pew and on his back against the ground with Horst's bulk, kicking out against him. He's stronger than he should be, and a little bit faster than Yuca is really sure is possible.
Angel, a little voice in his head says, and Yuca can't hesitate because he's fighting, but where the hell did that come from?]
[Horst is straddling him, hands resting one on the floor and the other on Yuca's shoulder. He looks down at him, his expression intense from the fighting, but it softens after a second--
and then he hits Yuca again. His voice is a quiet hiss.]
I'm about to be, [he replies, the tone utterly scathing. One of Yuca's arms dart up to clamp fingers across Horst's throat, squirming and kicking out to try to get him off of him- but Horst easily has six inches and thirty pounds on him... plus the whole added bonus of being a superstrong vampire. It's harder than it sounds to kick him off.]
[It's the tone that really hits. For a fraction of a second, he's too stunned to react; then he's knocked to the side, though not completely off. He grabs Yuca's wrist and yanks the other's hand away from his throat, pins it on the ground]
[His back hits the pulpit and he winces for a moment, before he stomps on Horst's foot, bringing a hand up to try and hit the underside of Horst's jaw.]
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Then he grabs Yuca's shoulder with his free hand and tries to knock him sideways onto one of the benches]
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not to mention finally being able to vent the whole frustration that comes from just being Horst.Yuca's head snaps to the side as the punch makes contact with his jaw, and moves to stomp his foot over the vampire's chest, not able to aim all that well due to the previous blow.]
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His shirt is ripped in at least three places, but the cuts have stopped bleeding at least. He eyes Yuca, and for a moment becomes distracted by the scars on Yuca's neck.
Then he jumps over the bench between them, to tackle Yuca to the ground]
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Angel, a little voice in his head says, and Yuca can't hesitate because he's fighting, but where the hell did that come from?]
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and then he hits Yuca again. His voice is a quiet hiss.]
Who do you reckon is winning?
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This isn't real. You're teaching me, remember?
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What are you?
[Because now, he knows he's not human. And he's trying to break free from Horst's hold again, the previous question not quite registering anymore.]
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[And just before he lets Yuca kick free, he whispers 'Don't leave'.]
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Horst-
[He bites his lip, before shaking his head and letting the emotion fall from his face, sliding back into another stance.]
...that was good. Again.
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I think I fight better when I'm drunk.
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[He steps in again, but slower this time.]
Move slowly. Calm yourself down and just watch my movements and retaliate with your own.
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I think you have the advantage--being calm so naturally, as you are.
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[He moves forward a little into the opening, taking a deep breath before aiming to hit him again.]
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[Not possible to talk when you're being hit across the jaw]
--ow
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That wasn't very good.
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[Either way Horst moves to hit back]
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You can hit me harder than that.
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Maybe I'm going easy on you.
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You shouldn't.
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[Sidestepping around him, getting away from being cornered.]
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[He wipes blood off his chin--the cut has started to heal already--and moves after Yuca, trying to grab him]
Maybe I shouldn't go easy on you either, hm?
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