Excerpt: as of yet untitled Jill + Wesker
...I haven't posted an excerpt in literally years, but I've had this idea for the longest time, and maybe putting some of it out there will get me to finish those requests so I can work on it properly. Plus I kinda want there to be SOMETHING out there that goes against all the idiot interpretations of Wesker/Jill. Honestly.
A-And I'm still a little intimidated by their individual Awesome levels when it comes to writing action involving them, to be honest, because SERIOUSLY, how do you put someone this awesome into words? 8|;;; YOU CAN'T.
She might as well have run straight into his grip; she didn't even get all the way to her feet before strong fingers closed around her throat, forcing her nearly back onto her knees and choking the air from her lungs. She caught his wrist in her left hand and brought up his revolver with her right, looking to bash the butt of the gun into whatever she could manage, but in another frustrating blur of movement, Wesker abruptly let go of her neck to instead bat her left arm aside and catch her wrist in return, and then easily sidestepped and caught her right wrist in the same hand to force both of her arms down in front of her.
Jill had barely perceived that much when his free hand -- no, fist -- connected dead-on with the side of her face, solid and very much intentionally so. That alone momentarily stunned her. She'd never been punched in the face before -- the closest she could recall was when he'd pistol-whipped her back in the Mansion -- and his inhuman force on top of an already effective strike was enough to leave her still for a couple seconds as she recovered, her head hanging and her breath ragged.
Dammit...!
"I'm done asking."
Jaw clenched, Jill turned her glare up towards him -- and shifting her weight onto one heel, she used his grip on her for balance as she aimed a high kick towards the hand that was already retreating towards his pocket. Wesker blocked, of course, and in the instant that the parry left her vulnerable, he acted, slamming a kick of his own across her chest as he released her. Jill apparently missed the five yard journey across the room: one second she was crouching in front of him, the next she was fighting off darkness at the corners of her sight as she connected with a wall at her back. Unable to deny him a cry of pain, she slid to the floor and held her agitated side even as she immediately tried to right herself.
He'd kicked harder at the Spencer Estate. He still wasn't trying to kill her, but that was little comfort, if any, considering the alternative fate, and the fact that he was willing to beat her into submission as much as was necessary. Broken parts could be fixed, after all, and he'd already put her back together once.
A-And I'm still a little intimidated by their individual Awesome levels when it comes to writing action involving them, to be honest, because SERIOUSLY, how do you put someone this awesome into words? 8|;;; YOU CAN'T.
She might as well have run straight into his grip; she didn't even get all the way to her feet before strong fingers closed around her throat, forcing her nearly back onto her knees and choking the air from her lungs. She caught his wrist in her left hand and brought up his revolver with her right, looking to bash the butt of the gun into whatever she could manage, but in another frustrating blur of movement, Wesker abruptly let go of her neck to instead bat her left arm aside and catch her wrist in return, and then easily sidestepped and caught her right wrist in the same hand to force both of her arms down in front of her.
Jill had barely perceived that much when his free hand -- no, fist -- connected dead-on with the side of her face, solid and very much intentionally so. That alone momentarily stunned her. She'd never been punched in the face before -- the closest she could recall was when he'd pistol-whipped her back in the Mansion -- and his inhuman force on top of an already effective strike was enough to leave her still for a couple seconds as she recovered, her head hanging and her breath ragged.
Dammit...!
"I'm done asking."
Jaw clenched, Jill turned her glare up towards him -- and shifting her weight onto one heel, she used his grip on her for balance as she aimed a high kick towards the hand that was already retreating towards his pocket. Wesker blocked, of course, and in the instant that the parry left her vulnerable, he acted, slamming a kick of his own across her chest as he released her. Jill apparently missed the five yard journey across the room: one second she was crouching in front of him, the next she was fighting off darkness at the corners of her sight as she connected with a wall at her back. Unable to deny him a cry of pain, she slid to the floor and held her agitated side even as she immediately tried to right herself.
He'd kicked harder at the Spencer Estate. He still wasn't trying to kill her, but that was little comfort, if any, considering the alternative fate, and the fact that he was willing to beat her into submission as much as was necessary. Broken parts could be fixed, after all, and he'd already put her back together once.