[Isaac is growing a little more frustrated with the fight as it goes on- not that he's outright losing, but it's clear that Steph has her head in the game and he doesn't. He's moving based on instinct, throw a punch, try to move out of the way of the returning blow, fuck don't overbalance in the followthrough- and she seems... calculated, almost. Like she's intentionally not bowling him over, but also letting him land a few offcenter strikes for his- self confidence? What?
The second time he gets knocked completely on his ass, Isaac stays down for a moment, his palms flat on the floor. He can feel the tug of the fight as it bristles through his veins, pulling forward a sensation that's not unlike the full moon. He's not sure what it means- he's never felt this on a regular night before, and the moon isn't for another five days. Isaac's fingers flex as the claws slowly push their way through his nails, scritching over the floor and leaving faint white marks when he pushes himself to his hands and feet.
A deep breath, and then another. It's not that he doesn't have control- he does- it's that instinct is telling him how to move. How to stand, how to flow into this fight. He doesn't know where it's coming from, but in the thrill of the moment, who is he to question it? Isaac lets out a deep breath then, before lunging for her from his position on the floor, intent on using his speed to take her down, rather than just to knock her around a bit.]
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The second time he gets knocked completely on his ass, Isaac stays down for a moment, his palms flat on the floor. He can feel the tug of the fight as it bristles through his veins, pulling forward a sensation that's not unlike the full moon. He's not sure what it means- he's never felt this on a regular night before, and the moon isn't for another five days. Isaac's fingers flex as the claws slowly push their way through his nails, scritching over the floor and leaving faint white marks when he pushes himself to his hands and feet.
A deep breath, and then another. It's not that he doesn't have control- he does- it's that instinct is telling him how to move. How to stand, how to flow into this fight. He doesn't know where it's coming from, but in the thrill of the moment, who is he to question it? Isaac lets out a deep breath then, before lunging for her from his position on the floor, intent on using his speed to take her down, rather than just to knock her around a bit.]