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Log for Sirenspull -- Clark and Jason
Clark:
Clark wouldn't usually jump from a face full of splinters. Usually. But this face full of splinters more caught him by surprise than caused him any harm. He stared at what had been a door a moment before, just as Jason's feed came through it and struck him in the chest--and, well, he ended up having to physically step backwards just to give his attacker some natural progression to his attack.
Back out in the alleyway now, Clark sidestepped and swung around, squinting curiously at the outfit.
Felt like Jason, that attack. And after last time on the balcony, it could be. But if it was? If he was losing the precious moments he needed to prove that he needed to conquer his weakness rather than ignore it?
Deliberately, he swung at him and missed, fist whistling past Jason's ear.
Jason:
Jason thought he felt hesitation in his attacker for a moment before he fixed his stance. He knew that it wasn't a monster, from the feeling of a solid chest underneath his heels just a moment ago. It narrows the field somewhat, but there were likely thugs who wanted his head if they were part of Mask's entourage. So, he didn't waste the opportunity given by the sound of the fist passing just by his ear.
Immediately, on instinct, he reached underneath the arm, the heel of his hand aiming for Clark's ribs. As well, the vigilante's already planning the move after: a sharp twist and elbow to his assailant's spine. That is, if he lands the first blow.
The whole thing, though, honestly reminds him of training under Egon, how he learned to maim and kill with his own two hands and how that had seemingly turned his father against him. The only person who had ever lo---- focus Jason.
Clark wouldn't usually jump from a face full of splinters. Usually. But this face full of splinters more caught him by surprise than caused him any harm. He stared at what had been a door a moment before, just as Jason's feed came through it and struck him in the chest--and, well, he ended up having to physically step backwards just to give his attacker some natural progression to his attack.
Back out in the alleyway now, Clark sidestepped and swung around, squinting curiously at the outfit.
Felt like Jason, that attack. And after last time on the balcony, it could be. But if it was? If he was losing the precious moments he needed to prove that he needed to conquer his weakness rather than ignore it?
Deliberately, he swung at him and missed, fist whistling past Jason's ear.
Jason:
Jason thought he felt hesitation in his attacker for a moment before he fixed his stance. He knew that it wasn't a monster, from the feeling of a solid chest underneath his heels just a moment ago. It narrows the field somewhat, but there were likely thugs who wanted his head if they were part of Mask's entourage. So, he didn't waste the opportunity given by the sound of the fist passing just by his ear.
Immediately, on instinct, he reached underneath the arm, the heel of his hand aiming for Clark's ribs. As well, the vigilante's already planning the move after: a sharp twist and elbow to his assailant's spine. That is, if he lands the first blow.
The whole thing, though, honestly reminds him of training under Egon, how he learned to maim and kill with his own two hands and how that had seemingly turned his father against him. The only person who had ever lo---- focus Jason.
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Now, standing well back, it left him nothing to attack. No sign of where he had gone, and no sound. Clark hovered, just the few inches off the ground that he needed to be utterly soundless.
Soundless--and then the dawn chorus began, a rise of birdsong, the cacaphony of bright voices chasing away the Darkness, and Clark swung forward at once, drew his cape up so that the sound of fabric would roar past Jason's ear, and swung a gentle - but only by Kryptonian standards - punch for his shoulder.
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The birds were far too loud when they began to sing and the vigilante wanted to scream at them to shut up. But, before he could, he heard the sound of a cape. His first thought was Bruce. Bruce was here to taunt him. Then the punch connected and Jason forced his arm to swing around and attempt to latch onto Clark's arm, just above the elbow. He wasn't about to let his attacker get away again, he couldn't let himself be that vulnerable again.
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