An unexpected reunion (Stitch)

[Nyahna Sasin]

The awkwardness in the air was thick enough to cut. The situation had dropped from "Not good" to "Oh shyke run!". He briefly considered lying his way out of his situation, before dismissing it. As he recalled, Stitch had said he used autistics, which as far as he knew, was pretty much mind reading or something like that. So that wasn't an option. Grimacing, he forced himself to admit that there was only one way out of this that would allow him to stay alive and free. He sighed. What worried him was that Stitch would be noble and do "the right thing", which in this case meant the knights. Which meant that he was going to have escape, either by knocking Stitch out or plain out running him. He didn't like the odds of the former. He was very reluctant to try and fight Stitch, as he had already demonstrated his ability to beat Sasin into a pulp, which meant that he was going to have to use the second plan. Sasin was already planning his escape route when Stitch did something extremely odd.

He stepped forward to offer his hand. Sasin shook his head slightly in disbelief. The cold was getting to him. He was hallucinating, or crazy, or something! His mind had been rambling all day about metaphors and falls and madness, and now he was hallucinating. He blinked once, then twice. Stitch was still trying to disentangle his hand from his own cloak. Sasin took a step forward just as Stitch tossed his cloak up. Startled, Sasin jerked backward. Before he could do anything else, he felt Stitch jerk his leg out from under him. He twisted as he fell, clumsily catching himself.

He barely heard Stitch speak. What was he doing? Then he looked closer. Stitch didn't appear to be serious about this. As a matter of fact, he almost seemed…playful. It was then that the man's words finally reached his brain, and he couldn't help but grin. So, a game it was to be, then? Sasin was all to willing to play.

Getting to his feet in record time, he quickly assessed the situation. Stitch used autistics, and was apparently a rather good hand to hand fighter. Sasin, on the other hand, was smaller, and faster. Not that there was anywhere to run here. The alleyway was rather wide, so he had space to maneuver, he supposed.

Bouncing forward, he sent a quick jab at Stitch's head with his left hand, one he was certain would be dodged. At the same time, he grabbed at Stitch's arm with his right. If he got a good hold on the man's arm, he would jerk the blind man forwards in an attempt to get him off balance.

[Stitch]

If Sasin had thought the jab would miss, he was sorely mistaken. It might come as a surprise, for his fist popped into Stitch's nose without a twitch from the blind man, who's head snapped back just a tad. He let out a grunt, signaling Sasin that the blow had indeed landed and done some damage. As he would pull his fist back, he would notice that there was a little blood on it. This was good, right? He had managed to bloody the nose of the man who had seemed to so easily engage him just moments before. He just as easily was able to grab Stitch's arm, but that was where the real fun started. Stitch reacted almost instantly to the grab, being extremely well-versed on such methods himself. The blind man twisted at the elbow and the wrist, spinning his arm in Sasin's grasp, positionign his hand so he could grab onto Sasin's arm as well. As he stumbled forward, he managed to catch himself, one foot stepping forward and planting firmly in order to halt his short moment of unbalance. It was a loud step, one that slapped onto the pavement and echoed around the alleyway, perhaps giving Sasin enough warning to register Stitch was about to do something big. That step had been intentional, it had regained the blind man his balance, and it meant that most of Stitch's momentum was being thrown forward. All at once, Stitch's grip on Sasin's arm tightened just a bit, and Stitch tugged, using the leverage to pull himself in even further. He had that forward momentum, he had a grip on Sasin, and the only thing left to do was to actually put some kind of attack into motion. All at once, Stitch stumbled, planted himself on a firm surface, continued his momentum forward... But only with his upper body. His head came smashing down, a light grin on his face, a rather vicious headbutt aimed at the short little Dhani. The blind human was aiming to crack skulls with the snakey being, and he was aiming to crack skulls hard.

[Nyahna Sasin]

To his slight surprise, the blind man didn't move to avoid the punch. For a few moments, things seemed to be going his way. Or not. It happened too fast for him to react. One minute Stitch was off balance, and the next minute he was planted firmly on the ground, pulling Sasin towards him, his head crashing down with enough force to send Sasin to the ground.

Supporting himself with the wall behind him, he stumble to his feet, shaking his head to clear it of that foggy feeling. He felt dizzy, dazed, and he was fairly certain his vision was off, though how, he wasn't sure. Squeezing his eyes tight for a few seconds, he grinned ruefully. When he opened them again, his eyesight was fine. "Right." He mumbled. "Remind me never to ssteal from you ever again." He blinked as his accent slipped out, and shook his head again. He didn't need that slipping out now. "Now, I don't know about you, but I feel pretty dizzy right now, and I think I need a drink. What do you say we go to the.. the, um... I can't remember the name. The something horse or something like that." Pushing himself off the wall, he stumbled towards the blind man, nearly tripping over air.

"Or, you know. Gimme a second to recover. Is your head made of bone, or rock? Because it felt like the second one." He teased grinning. This day had turned out to be not so bad after all/