[ it quickly becomes apparent to heine that wrench is quick on his feet, moreso than most people heine has fought thus far. not superhuman, but quick enough that heine has to speed up to match.
that wrench is also scrappy enough to haul heine in with a grip to his forearm is another pleasant surprise, and heine can't help a sharp grin at that. he dodges what fists he can—although he does take the headbutt fully to his nose, which doesn't break but does immediately start bleeding. it's through that haze of pain that heine manages to get wrench to the ground, although he watches, both amused and impressed, as wrench almost immediately scrambles up again.
with a little bit of distance between them, heine takes the opportunity to wipe blood off his face. this is where a close observer might be clued in to heine's unusually fast healing: the bleeding has already stopped, and the longer wrench watches the more apparent it'll be that the beginnings of a bruise are already starting to slowly fade. ]
Head's fine. How's yours? [ he spits on the ground, getting blood out of his mouth. ] You counting that as first blood?
[ because in heine's opinion they shouldn't, only because the fight will be short and he's a freak who likes fighting people for fun—but on a technicality, the stain of blood on the bandages around heine's neck would indeed mean that wrench won. ]
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that wrench is also scrappy enough to haul heine in with a grip to his forearm is another pleasant surprise, and heine can't help a sharp grin at that. he dodges what fists he can—although he does take the headbutt fully to his nose, which doesn't break but does immediately start bleeding. it's through that haze of pain that heine manages to get wrench to the ground, although he watches, both amused and impressed, as wrench almost immediately scrambles up again.
with a little bit of distance between them, heine takes the opportunity to wipe blood off his face. this is where a close observer might be clued in to heine's unusually fast healing: the bleeding has already stopped, and the longer wrench watches the more apparent it'll be that the beginnings of a bruise are already starting to slowly fade. ]
Head's fine. How's yours? [ he spits on the ground, getting blood out of his mouth. ] You counting that as first blood?
[ because in heine's opinion they shouldn't, only because the fight will be short and he's a freak who likes fighting people for fun—but on a technicality, the stain of blood on the bandages around heine's neck would indeed mean that wrench won. ]