Noctisardor Bypass gaps in a strange dream

Etienne knew he wouldn't win. The attempt was futile. He didn't even honestly know what his intention was other than to try and get away.

But before he could even try. The other was upon him in a brutal fashion. Of the likes Etienne had never known. He felt his ribs give way, but there was no snap, but it would hurt for days.

Further injury and insult were added as Eti was thrown to the ground. A cross between a yelp and a snarl left his maw. But his head glanced hard against the dirt.

He gasped. His body so unused to such violence unable to summon movement. The shoulder that had been ripped around quivered and then the aches fell upon battered body.

Etienne curled inward. Sparing one wretched glance to the other man, before darkness won and he lay limp but breathing.