Both men couldn't remember who threw the first punch, but suddenly Darry's fist was slamming into Dallas' face while Dally managing to sink a punch deep into Darry's stomach. Blood pooled into his mouth and Darry gagged. They stumbled apart for a brief second to catch their breaths before diving back at each other, eyes narrowed in determination.
Dallas dodged his fist. Darry seemed shocked that Dallas was that fast. for a brief instant, Darry's icy green eyes widened before he managed to tilt his head back and slam it into Dallas'. Disoriented and angry he nearly falls to the ground. He shakes it off, blindly throwing a sloppy punch. Darry stepped back, easily evading his attack.
"Is that all you got?" Dallas crowed, smirking infuriatingly at the young man. He growled and threw himself at him, changing direction at the last minute. blood hummed in his veins as determination and pride took over.
Darry was a man who liked to use words before actions. The last time he fought he blocked out of his mind. His last fight had not been nearly as easy. Yet he was incredibly suprised at the pain that blazed up his arm as his fist connected with his jaw.
He threw his body weight behind the fist that edged closer to dallas's face, it hit his jaw with such force blood pooled into his mouth. Pain erupted from the point of impact, darry could see it in his eyes.
With his own two hands he grasped dallas' head in his hands and brought his knee cap up to his nose, there was a blunt crack. Crimson leaked from both his nostrils and his nose was twisted right.
Dally would not go down with out a good fight. He drew his fist back again and it ploughed into darry's stomach, it was like hitting a train head on. Darry felt his guts smashed together, blood vessels bursting.
Dally then punching his jaw with all his body weight. He continued this battering until darry fell to the floor. His chest gently rose and sank with each shallow breath he drew in.
Dally wasn’t thinking when he let out his boiling antipathy and swung his tight fist, too quick and potent, into darry’s defined jaw; the impact like thousands of venomous blades piercing apart his clammed fist.
Darry lied on the floor a broken man. Dally waited for him to breath normal again before slipping out of the house before becoming a part of the darkness.
