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"As much as I appreciate the offer..." The prefect opened his eyes, head still leaned back against the wall as he accepted the handkerchief from Dakest. He pressed it to his nose, squeezing it gently; while the bone was healed and felt straight, that didn't mean the impending bruises were gone. "I'd prefer never again."
Doing it to your nose was about ten times more painful than doing it to your fingers and toes, it seemed. Raiden shrugged, ignoring the soreness that was starting in his spine and shoulder, and conjured a bandage to place over the scratch.
"I need ice..." Gingerly, he touched the split in his lip. It hurt, and he could feel his lip swelling already. Damn Fletcher and his need to hit back. "Were you two headed for the kitchen...?"
Oh Kellen. Raiden set him with a bemused look before giving his wand a flick and conjuring a few cubes of ice into the blood-smudged handkerchief. Pressing it to his lip, he winced. Stung.
"The difference is... you don't know how hard you can hit. I do. I've been working on that progressively for about three years. Pretty sure if he hadn't caught the wall, I would've spun him to the ground in one hit... and if he'd not tackled me, he probably wouldn't have been able to break my nose."
Cheater, he was. Kinda. Raiden prodded at his nose, ignoring the pain; it seemed to have stopped bleeding, at least. That was good, good. Now he just needed... bruise paste. That was in his dorm. |