The two gladiators in this ring; offering up bone and blood for the entertainment of the packed arena, have far more in common than they care to give each other credit for. Their mindsets in the fight, however, couldn't be further apart. Kirk has been clearly possessed by something since the moment this fight begin - something Han did not realize was there. It's almost predatory. He's instinctual in his movements and violent in his attacks. Like a frenzied animal.
And there may have been a time when Han felt that in a fight too. These days, though, he doesn't feel anything. He can't help the adrenaline, the pounding of his heart in his chest, or reactions that come with the biology of being human, but his mind becomes perfectly clear. Everything outside of his immediate concern just fades.
He doesn't care about the odds - regardless if they're for him or against him - he just surrenders himself to action. The chips will always fall where they may and how badly you want a certain outcome doesn't ultimately make the outcome any different
A chance jerk of the chain nails the other man hard in the temple and Solo instantly sees the glassed over look in the eyes of Jim. He's dazed. Han throws a quick right hook to Jim's jaw because he wants to be as sure as he can be that Starfleet isn't going to interrupt. This is sure to be a painful drag over to his weapon.
Bracing himself with his right hand to the ground, Han climbs to his feet. He can’t feel anything in his left arm, save for pain. When he finally does get a chance to briefly examine his wrist, he can see that the bones have shifted to an unnatural angle. One bone, in particular, seems to threaten bursting out of his skin if he moves to much the wrong way.
He slides the shackle as far down his forearm as possible and while keeping the cuff as stable as possible with his good hand, he being hauling the two of them toward prized blaster. It hurts. Among the most excruciating things he’s ever felt in a life full of different pains. A fiery ache accented by stabbing that occurs with sudden movement. Han feels the sting of tears well up in his eyes from the agony, but he keeps his legs moving.
As soon as he thinks he can stretch out and reach for his DL-44, Solo makes a desperate grab for it. He’s successful in his attempt, but only barely, and he sends an especially violent jolt of pain in his wrist in doing so. He groans in response and feels some of the surrounding muscle in his forearm start to twitch uncontrollably.
It only takes a second for him to look over the weapon. He sees that it’s set to stun and the safety is off. Three steps gets him to a point where he’s looming over Jim. The lights are on, but nobody is home right now. He doesn’t even try to defend himself when Han is looking down at him. His eyes just keep trying to focus and refocus on nothing in particular.
‘And that’s not enough to call it a fight, huh?’ Han thinks to himself. ‘Kryffing hell.’
Captain Solo raises his right arm enough to point his weapon at Captain Kirk’s chest. A blue streak bursts out of the gun when Han pulls the trigger. What little signs of consciousness instantly disappear in the man lying in the dirt.
The roar of the crowd brings back the anger that he started to feel before the fight began, only this time, he doesn’t feel it aimed at Jim any longer.
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And there may have been a time when Han felt that in a fight too. These days, though, he doesn't feel anything. He can't help the adrenaline, the pounding of his heart in his chest, or reactions that come with the biology of being human, but his mind becomes perfectly clear. Everything outside of his immediate concern just fades.
He doesn't care about the odds - regardless if they're for him or against him - he just surrenders himself to action. The chips will always fall where they may and how badly you want a certain outcome doesn't ultimately make the outcome any different
A chance jerk of the chain nails the other man hard in the temple and Solo instantly sees the glassed over look in the eyes of Jim. He's dazed. Han throws a quick right hook to Jim's jaw because he wants to be as sure as he can be that Starfleet isn't going to interrupt. This is sure to be a painful drag over to his weapon.
Bracing himself with his right hand to the ground, Han climbs to his feet. He can’t feel anything in his left arm, save for pain. When he finally does get a chance to briefly examine his wrist, he can see that the bones have shifted to an unnatural angle. One bone, in particular, seems to threaten bursting out of his skin if he moves to much the wrong way.
He slides the shackle as far down his forearm as possible and while keeping the cuff as stable as possible with his good hand, he being hauling the two of them toward prized blaster. It hurts. Among the most excruciating things he’s ever felt in a life full of different pains. A fiery ache accented by stabbing that occurs with sudden movement. Han feels the sting of tears well up in his eyes from the agony, but he keeps his legs moving.
As soon as he thinks he can stretch out and reach for his DL-44, Solo makes a desperate grab for it. He’s successful in his attempt, but only barely, and he sends an especially violent jolt of pain in his wrist in doing so. He groans in response and feels some of the surrounding muscle in his forearm start to twitch uncontrollably.
It only takes a second for him to look over the weapon. He sees that it’s set to stun and the safety is off. Three steps gets him to a point where he’s looming over Jim. The lights are on, but nobody is home right now. He doesn’t even try to defend himself when Han is looking down at him. His eyes just keep trying to focus and refocus on nothing in particular.
‘And that’s not enough to call it a fight, huh?’ Han thinks to himself. ‘Kryffing hell.’
Captain Solo raises his right arm enough to point his weapon at Captain Kirk’s chest. A blue streak bursts out of the gun when Han pulls the trigger. What little signs of consciousness instantly disappear in the man lying in the dirt.
The roar of the crowd brings back the anger that he started to feel before the fight began, only this time, he doesn’t feel it aimed at Jim any longer.