[ Sherlock was stubborn; it was one of those characteristics that jumped out at you. Therefore, if he wanted to figure something out? He would. And would push until he did.
Or in this case, he came to realize that it might have been him being pushed.
He blinked, winced as his hit was caught, but the real shock came a second later. It felt like a freight train just crashed into his chest.
He staggers, goes down. It's hard to breathe, and momentarily, it's hard to even focus as his vision blurs, brightens and the ringing in his ears gets louder.
But it's his pride that forces him to move, albeit to rise to one knee, to somehow level himself slightly, as he tries to recover a breath. Air. To stay conscious.
His lifts his face upwards. If looks could kill, Loki...
Was he afraid? No, though he supposed he should be. But fear was an irrational emotion. Sherlock has felt fear before, but not for his life. But anger, anger was a far more controllable emotion, and one he would gladly let show. He will not cower in front of this man. No. That would bring the other too much satisfaction, won't it?
So instead, he glares.
Was this even possible? It can't be -- can it? Who was he? Some sort of failed experiment like H.O.U.N.D.?
Or was there even the slightest possibility this man wasn't delusional at all...
Another attempt at breathing. It's painful. ] Who -- what -- are you?
[ Give him a few seconds, he might try and stand.]
HE REALLY IS :| and thanks for the link! :3
Or in this case, he came to realize that it might have been him being pushed.
He blinked, winced as his hit was caught, but the real shock came a second later.
It felt like a freight train just crashed into his chest.
He staggers, goes down. It's hard to breathe, and momentarily, it's hard to even focus as his vision blurs, brightens and the ringing in his ears gets louder.
But it's his pride that forces him to move, albeit to rise to one knee, to somehow level himself slightly, as he tries to recover a breath. Air. To stay conscious.
His lifts his face upwards. If looks could kill, Loki...
Was he afraid? No, though he supposed he should be. But fear was an irrational emotion. Sherlock has felt fear before, but not for his life. But anger, anger was a far more controllable emotion, and one he would gladly let show. He will not cower in front of this man. No. That would bring the other too much satisfaction, won't it?
So instead, he glares.
Was this even possible? It can't be -- can it? Who was he? Some sort of failed experiment like H.O.U.N.D.?
Or was there even the slightest possibility this man wasn't delusional at all...
Another attempt at breathing. It's painful. ] Who -- what -- are you?
[ Give him a few seconds, he might try and stand.]