[ Stars explode across his vision. There's a moment of respect for this women, who fights like his sergeant used to, and a flash of sorrow and deeper, uglier rage that follows because she isn't the sergeant; the sergeant is dead and gone like the rest of his family, and Sharkface never could get around to avenging her, no matter what he did. No matter how many times he fought his way out from under, no matter how long he waited, she was still dead and her murderers kept dancing out of his grasp.
That won't stand.
The rage is such a familiar companion that he doesn't immediately recognize it as strange. Why would he? But it kicks him into a different gear and he snarls, barreling forward. She's going for his face, but Sharkface is heavier. He'll push her back, fuck up her footing. If he gets her off balance then he'll knock her flat. ]
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That won't stand.
The rage is such a familiar companion that he doesn't immediately recognize it as strange. Why would he? But it kicks him into a different gear and he snarls, barreling forward. She's going for his face, but Sharkface is heavier. He'll push her back, fuck up her footing. If he gets her off balance then he'll knock her flat. ]