Totoka River keep cool but care

their amateur footwork was scribbling the mud into heiroglyphics. yunxu had him by the collar and the two were locked together again, a mass of teeth and gum and fingers pushing into eye sockets, lawless and profane. he ate up his oxygen, like fire.

when he hit the floor the air inside his lungs was violently relocated to outside of him. pinned in between yunxu and the crust of the earth, he was a rare species of moth on a corkboard, washed out by incadescent light.

he wheezed. his mental eye withdrew and he watched themselves as a stranger might, a still-life painting of a fight in the rain. clouds had come rolling in and it made the summer morning look like a nuclear winter. like engine exhaust, like god was smoking the biggest cigar in the world, the mist roiled around them.

owlglass looked at his adam's apple, bobbing up and down. anywhere but the eyes.

buaiteoir, he said, licking the blood off his lips. winner.