The Most Un-PC Ass-Kicking Thread Ever :|

[mightymorbid]

Who: Mozenrath, Paddy, eventually Uhura, possibly Scotty?
Where: Inmate Lavatory
When: Sometime after lunch, during the flood.
What: Ridiculously one-sided violence.

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[christ_onabike]

Paddy was... hot, for want of a better word. Burning, burning hot, and very distracted. Nothing made any sense since he'd got back, he couldn't stop the shaking in his hands, and he kept going between burning hot and freezing cold, and was sweating like hell. He knew exactly what it was, and why it was back with a vengence, but he was determined not to let on. Determined.

The difficulty with that was, to cool down, he had to go to the bathroom, he had to cool down, and calm down, and keep in control. No, not keep in control, he had to find some control. He was just as angry with himself for being in this situation again, and being able to do nothing about it. He entered the bathroom and headed for the sinks, but spotted a girl with long, black... oh, he'd seen her before. He knew exactly who she was. Or, who he was

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath felt an unusual and almost painful jolt in his heartbeat when he saw a familiar reflection in the mirror, but to his credit didn't jump when Paddy snapped at him. The sorcerer had too much pride to identify it as fear. He turned off the water with a jerk of his gloved hand, fixing him with a baleful stare in the mirror as he took a step back and went to find a towel to dry his bare hand and face with.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy didn't logically conclude that was him getting out of his way. He wanted him out of the fucking room. If he was going to try and get control back, he didn't want the fucking skinny wizard here. He took a menacing step towards Mozenrath, not even thinking about the fact he was about to punch a woman in the face; something he'd only done to Uhura out of sheer desperation, and now, out of a sheer lack of self control.

"I told you to fucking get out of my way. You fucking ought to be fucking scared." He took another step towards him and swung his fist hard into his face.

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath heard him speaking just as he finished drying his face, and had actually turned to address him. "It's a public facility, you ape," he drawled, "and I'm not --"

And Paddy's fist connected. The first signals of pain, where bone struck bone, was along the line of his cheekbone, and in spite of himself he didn't take to the blow soundlessly, but a higher-pitched and more alarmed noise than he would have liked was what issued. It would have knocked him off his feet had it not sent him into the wall first.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy took a series of shallow breaths, then pinned Mozenrath against the wall properly after he'd hit him back against it, "You're fucking screaming now, kid. You don't fuck with me and you don't fucking push me."

With one hand pressing his shoulder hard into the wall, he slammed his fist into Mozenrath's stomach. Inflicting pain on him was distracting from the withdrawal, and the adrenaline was more than making up for the lingering exhaustion. For now, this was the best solution he had and it felt good.

[mightymorbid]

The sorcerer winced when Paddy held him to the wall, initially expecting another blow right away, rather than words. He drew in a breath and some bravado with it. "Get off of me," he hissed, and before more could he said another punch caught him in the stomach and drove much of the air from his lungs. There wasn't enough air to make a proper scream of it but something akin to whimper bubbled up. He gasped, trying not to bend in on it, holding his gloved hand over his middle protectively as he shot him a pained but murderous stare. His other hand tried rather unsuccessfully to push him off. "I'll kill you," he wheezed.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy laughed for a brief moment, "If that was your best fucking shot..." He decided enough talk was enough talk and when Mozenrath tried to shove him off, he just planted both hands on his shoulders and slammed him back into the wall again. He knew he was far, far stronger than Mozenrath ever would be, and wasn't going to be intimidated by stupid magic or ridiculous powers, and went to punch him in the face once more.

[mightymorbid]

The faintest sign of tears were standing in his gaze, brought on by pain and frustration. Mozenrath's arms curled closer to his body with the intent to throw them up and protect his face should he need to again. This would never have happened back home. This man might have managed a single blow but would have been hanging by his entrails before all else. The boy sorcerer's teeth were clenched behind his lips, eyes burning with rage at the very thought -- that this was just yet another reminder of just how much this accursed place had taken from him. And in this body, this frail, oversensitive woman's body, he was even less capable of putting up a proper defense, but he would not let that be reason for him to cower.

He knew he was about to be pulverized either way, and right now all he wanted was to get at least one good hurt in.

"No."

And he kicked between his legs.

[christ_onabike]

Anything and everything Paddy had thought of doing just then, he abandoned at the sharp pain in his crotch. His hands automatically dropped from holding Mozenrath to protect his balls, and he took a defensive step back. He spent a moment catching his breath, simply because he had to, then glared up at Mozenrath, "You little fucker. I'm gonna fucking kill you." It was at this point he took a pretty much wild lunge at him in order to get him to the floor.

Nobody humiliated him like that. Even if there was nobody there to be humiliated in front of.

[mightymorbid]

Around the second that Paddy decided to lunge, Mozenrath had decided he needed to run. Unfortunately, having taken a good punch to the gut and head still swimming from the blow to the jaw -- coupled with the extra weight of his now too-big clothing, running was something of a physical impossibility. He wasn't particularly well balanced and just barely avoided being tackled (with a shamefully alarming noise getting out) as he tried to make for the exit. He lost his balance and fell, so his lopsided exit from the lavatory happened at more of a half-scramble, tripping over limbs and bolts of cloth, and he didn't stop until he hit the wall on the other side of the hallway, trying to use it as leverage to right himself and get away.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy swore and slammed his fist hard into the floor, swearing again at the pain, but getting back up to scramble after him. He was taller, and faster, once he got to his feet, he managed to push Mozenrath right back into the wall he was trying to use as leverage with a firm pair of hands on his shoulders - normally, it'd be his palm in his chest, but that was slightly more difficult as a concept right now, sticking your hand straight into a woman's chest when you were trying to beat them up.

Not that he was really a woman, but the point stood.

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath didn't expect him to recover so quickly, and he was sufficiently and blindly afraid when he was shoved into the wall again. "Get off of me!" He didn't sound angry anymore, and desperate for an escape he tried kicking him again, but also lashed out as best he could with his arms -- the hold on his shoulders unfortunately didn't help that at all, and took away some of the weight there might have been in any blow.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy had had worse things done in street fights than being kicked in the balls, or landing flat on his face. Everyone else had fancy powers, this was what he had, where his advantage was. Sorta. Provided skinny wizards in women's bodies didn't keep kicking him in the balls. He took a small step back to avoid Mozenrath's attempts to lash out, and decided to plant another punch across his face whilst he was in the advantageous position.

[mightymorbid]

Mozenrath felt something in his face crack, realizing only seconds later when he felt something hot dripping over his lips that it was his nose. It stunned him long enough to momentarily stop any offense on his part, and by the time his senses were his again, he seemed more preoccupied with freeing himself than doing any damage.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy saw the blood and grinned a little. It was covering the back of his hand, but he hardly cared. He tightened his grip on Mozenrath to stop him trying to escape, or at least, in the hope he'd realise it was futile. Then again, it was the struggling which fuelled the adrenaline. He went to punch upwards, into Mozenrath's jaw, determined to do as much damage as he could, and singularly focused on doing just that.

[beam_me]

Scotty had received a notification on his PADD when Paddy had made physical contact with Mozenrath. At first, Scotty had a momentary lapse in understanding his own coding methods, reading the message with some measure of confused apathy. He set it down so he could find the paper that his mum had written his favorite fish and chips recipe on, but it rang again then, louder. He picked it up and stared at the message quizzically before it dawned on him