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That was it, and Lambert snapped. His body fell back against one of the rocks they were hiding behind not long ago. Shaking his head he pushed himself off the rock, cat eyes locked on Layne, the next minute he ran for it with a growl, tackling Layne and slamming him on the ground next to the griffin with a loud thud.

“ YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! “

Using the moment while the other was dazed, he knelt on both his arms, blocking his movement, arm wrapping around his throat to keep him in place as his other hand clenched into a fist, lifting it high in the air before he brought it down and slammed Layne into the nose, then lifted it again, bells ringing in his ear as the rage filled his mind and brought his fist down again, opening a cut on the other’s eyebrow, blood started to flow down into the grass.

“ I will… fucking… teach you… to keep… your mouth… SHUT… “

Once more his fist met Layne’s face with incredible force before he shook his own fist that was filled with bruises now, breathing shallow, pupils wide, adrenaline high in his system as he stared down at the man who he called his friend.

People always thought it sick how much he enjoyed a fight. Enjoyed the energy of it as well as each time fists connected with a body. The blood continued to rush in his ears but all he could think of was the euphoria from the adrenaline. The pure electricity running through him and the energy garnered from it. Watching Lambert fall back brought the grin back to his lips and he even managed a laugh. Even as he was tackled down, the grin held steadfast.

His head hit the ground and the expression faltered for a moment. Vision blurred and refused to correct itself even as his airway was cut off. Slitted pupils dilated with the pressure to his throat and he grabbed at the arm. Not to pull it away just yet. Just digging his fingers into the sleeve until the fist came down. Keep your tongue back, away from the teeth, close your eyes and let muscles go slack. Best way to keep the damage to a minimum.

But he could already taste blood. He could feel the sting of each wound as it opened and his nose was either cracked or broken. It hurt like hell but he’d been through much worse. The punches stopped and only then did he open his eyes to look up to Lambert. His pupils were still blown and he tried hard not to cough up the blood that trickling down the back of his throat from his nose. A few managed to escape, however, and he turned his head to let it out. Some was gathered in his mouth before he spit it and looked up to his fellow Witcher.

Layne’s lips tugged into a toothy grin, the blood covering his teeth being smudged with his tongue as he tried to lick it away.

“ Whatcha gonna do now? ”