"You should dodge me seriously," Kisuke says, bouncing on the balls of his feet for a few seconds to let Dean know that he's ready. "Or you really might die."
Launching an open hand forward, the blow seems normal at first. A smooth and well-trained palm strike. But somewhere between the start of the thrust and its approach, the blow gains speed and force. By the time that it reaches the space where Dean's shoulder had been, it might as well have been the moving grill of a diesel engine, and Kisuke is left simply with a prayer that Dean had the instinct, and the latent power to summon, to get out of the way.
He's quietly relieved when his palm strikes at nothing but empty space, the compressed air trapped in front of it explodingoutward with a sharp crack. Kisuke lifts his free hand to the top of his head, grasping for the hat he's not wearing to hold it still against the rush of air as his eyes search for Dean, ears listening for the tinkle of the chain attached to his chest.
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Date: 2014-03-07 05:05 am (UTC)Launching an open hand forward, the blow seems normal at first. A smooth and well-trained palm strike. But somewhere between the start of the thrust and its approach, the blow gains speed and force. By the time that it reaches the space where Dean's shoulder had been, it might as well have been the moving grill of a diesel engine, and Kisuke is left simply with a prayer that Dean had the instinct, and the latent power to summon, to get out of the way.
He's quietly relieved when his palm strikes at nothing but empty space, the compressed air trapped in front of it explodingoutward with a sharp crack. Kisuke lifts his free hand to the top of his head, grasping for the hat he's not wearing to hold it still against the rush of air as his eyes search for Dean, ears listening for the tinkle of the chain attached to his chest.