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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.