[He'd hated it at the time, those years at the Garrison. He'd stayed for Shiro, and to get a license to fly. But the rules, the military training, those he had never cared for. But for Shiro's sake, Keith had memorized them.
It's hazy now; it's been years and so much has happened. Also the hand slowly squeezing his windpipe shut.
Fifth, five five five. He feels Black's panic and rage around him, feels the moment he can't breathe and he tries to keep himself present.
Open to attack.
He carefully tries to form a fist without it being noticed. He only has the energy to do this once, and surprise to only make it happen once. He rears his hand back and slams it, aiming for the jaw.]
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It's hazy now; it's been years and so much has happened. Also the hand slowly squeezing his windpipe shut.
Fifth, five five five. He feels Black's panic and rage around him, feels the moment he can't breathe and he tries to keep himself present.
Open to attack.
He carefully tries to form a fist without it being noticed. He only has the energy to do this once, and surprise to only make it happen once. He rears his hand back and slams it, aiming for the jaw.]