Jul 23, 2010 00:29
Let it be said that Jim Kirk never went down without a fight.
Granted, it was not a good idea to piss off the biggest guy in his hand-to-hand combat class. It really, truly wasn't. Jim Kirk, however, was the type to do just that -- and Cadet McKinley was asking for it. He hadn't even hesitated, during their session Jim took a cheap shot and punched him in the stomach -- only to have his head pulled up by his hair and a solid fist connecting with his side. He'd said something smart and probably funny enough to have the rest of the class laughing, but that hadn't stopped one of McKinley's friends from joining in on the fight, Jim's vision knocked sideways by a right hook to the temple.
He'd given it all he had, fought with all of his might, but at the end of it he was doubled over in pain, coughing up something that didn't taste like it was supposed to be there, and his head was swimming. He barely remembered anything else but a man over him, blurry mutters of "Medical? Take him to -- they'll know what -- " before he passed out.
and-so-it-begins!verse