The wing hit dead on, momentarily knocking Hastur back with a startled grunt. The reaction it earned, though....
Hastur was grinning, sharp and cold. Finally. A reaction. The wing was grabbed again before it could be pulled back, and was bent back at an angle it was probably never meant to bend. Then he twisted; not enough pressure to snap it, but enough to make the pain almost unbearable.
"That's more like it!" Again, he kicked him down. This time he followed up by stomping down on his back, crushing him into the ground and looking down at him with a look that could set him ablaze from the inside.
It probably wasn't too far a stretch, either.
"If I'm taking you back Down regardless, I'm sure you'd at least like to be able to say you went down fighting, no?"
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Fashion shamshion. ffffffff I'll apologize in advance for everything he does >_>
Date: 2009-06-06 07:13 am (UTC)Hastur was grinning, sharp and cold. Finally. A reaction. The wing was grabbed again before it could be pulled back, and was bent back at an angle it was probably never meant to bend. Then he twisted; not enough pressure to snap it, but enough to make the pain almost unbearable.
"That's more like it!" Again, he kicked him down. This time he followed up by stomping down on his back, crushing him into the ground and looking down at him with a look that could set him ablaze from the inside.
It probably wasn't too far a stretch, either.
"If I'm taking you back Down regardless, I'm sure you'd at least like to be able to say you went down fighting, no?"