I'm a loose bolt, of a complete machine

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Date & Time: 12-19
Location: SOMEWHERE out in that frozen tundra
Characters: Sollux Captor + Hyperion Crius + Khisanth + Jake English + Anyone who wants to watch?
Summary: Sollux wants a fight and some people take him up on it.
Warnings: Violence, swearing, blood

He's exactly where he said he'd be. A couple of miles out from the nearest local-filled area, and only the occasional hunter would be this far in this direction. And hey, it's not his fault if they see this fight then. He TRIED to keep out of their way.

It's unsurprisingly freezing out, like all days before this one. Fortunately and unfortunately for Sollux, as a lowblood, he's a lot more accustomed to warmer temperatures. His blood burns hotter underneath his skin, and so he is warmer to the touch than a human, but at the same time, more chilled by the colder temperatures outside. But still, even in this temperature, he's only in a light t-shirt and long-sleeve undershirt. He knows that this fight might get messy, and he'd rather not get his sweaters and jackets damaged, when he knows he'll need them later. Better to dress in clothes he doesn't care about and temporarily freeze his ass off.

Sollux waits for his opponent to show up, flicking his psionics through his body every once in a while to keep himself warmer in the snow that he levitates a foot above.

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Is he...

Is he really suggesting a fist fight?

At first Sollux wants to scoff at him, but... he hasn't had a fist fight in forever, either. And with Equius, it wasn't ever really a fist fight, it was more a "Equius tries to throw things at him and if he does punch him he's holding back" fight. Sollux lowers himself to the ground, silently considering.

"Alright."

Don't seem too surprised, English.

[gunsling]

He really is, and he doesn't even seem to realize how this could possible go wrong. He might realize that Sollux can beat him at every other style of fight, but he's got far too much confidence in his own weak abilities.

This is not going to end well for him.

With a big grin, Jake raises his fists and changes up his footing so he's standing like a boxer waiting for a match.

"Right response! Lets see what you're made of."

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Sollux grins, although it's a bit too toothy to be a nice grin, and takes up getting into the same pose as Jake. More out of mocking than anything. He said he cheats, fights dirty, and he wasn't kidding. His fists, on their own, couldn't bruise a peach. But if he puts a little psionic addition to them, they'll definitely leave something bruiseworthy, at least.

But he's also not going to be the one making the first move. Strategically, a first move isn't in his favor. Mentally, he prefers going second to first because of his duality obsession.

"Go on."

[gunsling]

A sneaky attack that Jake might get after him about! ... If Jake wasn't so used to having the shit kicked out of him by a robot on a daily basis. It's not like getting his tush handed to him was anything new with Jake, so at the very least if this fight with sour Jake could take very small comfort in the fact that it wasn't all that different from his regular life.

And at Sollux's suggestion Jake goes ahead and leaps right at Sollux, arms outstretched, trying to tackle him to the ground. A slightly unorthodox way to start a fistfight...

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That...

Was not a thing Sollux was expecting. He was kind of expecting, you know. A punch. So yeah, he was preparing in his mind several counter-measures, or how to return the punch, or even a dodge-

He was not expecting Jake to freaking jump him. So, the tackle succeeds, to Sollux's dismay. He lets out a groan as he's thrown to the ground with some, one-hundred-whatever pounds of force Jake can muster.

"What the hell wath that?? This isn't how you fistfight!" He neglects to remember Jake specifically said wrestling.

[gunsling]

Unfortunately Sollux didn't take into account the most important thing one must never forget when fighting Jake! And that is that not only is Jake a complete idiot, but he's a complete idiot without any sort of real fighting training. His ideas of fights come from various movies he's seen, and also what he thinks looks like it'd be fun.

And by, tackling a non-metallic opponent that actually goes down is a lot more fun than bruising your fists repeated on a metal noggin.

Jake's doing his best to put Sollux in a headlock as he retorts. "I don't remember any ground rules like that being established in this fight, old friend!"

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Well, that's... true. They didn't really set ground rules. And Sollux did say he fights dirty. He should give Jake the credit for doing just that, before Sollux even had a chance to.

Except he's not going to because he's a brat and is currently being put into a headlock and therefore more grumpy than appreciative of the other's forwardness. Sollux tries to use Jake's closeness to him against the other, grabbing at the arm English is trying to put around his neck and trying to leverage himself to headbutt Jake in the face with the back of his head. Away from his horns, of course, because gouging Jake in the face was not part of the plan.