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[buzz_me]

Who: Andy Dowland, Daniel Buzzetti and Knox
What: Questions, confrontations, and spreading the damn virus. Good job, guys.
Where: Andy and Knox's house.

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[feedsoff_fear]

Knox was worried about Andy even though he wouldn't admit it to the other man though sometimes he wonders if Andy somehow knows. He wonders what he's still doing there too, why he was living with the other man that he hardly knew. They were from opposite sides of the law but now law didn't exist, the lines were blurred and everyone was banding together to survive

[feedsoff_fear]

Good, now he had a name with a face that he wanted to punch in.

"Well, can't you though?" He frowns before Andy asks him how far he threw the other guy and Knox just shrugs a little, "Don't know, just reacted. I wanted to punch him." Though his punches could be deadly.

"Are you okay now? Do you...need anything?"

[i_go_vertically]

"I can," says Andy. "Do I want to?" He tilts his head. "Daniel could be even worse. Maybe he will be, it looks like he's doing a good job of figuring things out all by himself."

He looks away, a physical tic, a manifestation of his mental sidestep of Knox's question. He doesn't need anything. He doesn't want to need anything.

"It was my fault." Andy loosens his fist, lets his fingers tap, aimlessly, restlessly. "I let it go too far. I was fast enough, not strong enough. That's what not eating does, it looks like. Hits your strength, but maybe not your speed. I should have been as fast as I was strong but I wasn't. I'm too used to losing fights. When you lose a lot of fights you forget how to win. Not that I didn't win fights in prison."

He stops himself. He's said enough already. And no amount of talking is going to explain away the sheer depth of fear Knox must have felt from him.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox nods his head a little, understanding why Andy didn't want to tell Daniel about his power. "Seems he knows that he's got something, right? I mean, he survived."

He frowns a little as he watches Andy look away, not wanting to answer if he needed something or not. "Look, if you were feeling normal, you would have been fine." He shrugs, trying to make the other man feel better.

"We'll get you back in shape."

[i_go_vertically]

Andy makes his next move without thinking - he just acts. Springs forward, kicks Knox's legs out from under him and tackles him, fast and sure, a move Andy remembers, in muscle and bone, from police training.

"See?" says Andy. "Still fast."

He isn't completely sure why he does it, why it happens. Because with Knox, if they sparred, Andy would lose.

But, with Knox, it wouldn't matter.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox saw it coming just seconds before Andy barreled into him. He could have somehow fought back but instead his feet were knocked out from under him and he was tackled. Grunting as he hits the floor, he grabs Andy's shoulders and tries to roll over to pin the other man.

"Got to be stronger though." He growled a little, knowing that Andy needed to fight and he could accommodate him that much.

He would just pull his punches a little.

[i_go_vertically]

Oh, good. Knox doesn't seem terribly eager to kill him.

Andy lets Knox roll them, but uses his own strength with the roll to get back on top. Making no real effort to break Knox's grip. He pulls away, starting to move to his feet.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox finds himself rolled to the bottom again, his eyes narrowing as he looks up at Andy as the other man tries to get to his feet. Before he can fully get away, Knox brings his feet up and pushes them against Andy's stomach to send him flying backwards. Not too far or hard, just enough to get room as he got to his feet.

Getting up, he "glared" at the other man and lifted his chin, "You want to scrap? Hit the other man." He seems to be taunting with his chin.

[i_go_vertically]

Andy stumbles back, catching himself against the wall. Straightens, slowly, watching Knox.

"Those who are free from resentful thoughts," says Andy, a little breathlessly, "must surely find peace."

He pauses, for a moment, then steps forward, taking a swing at Knox. Center of mass, not face - no one hits people's faces, not in real life.

[feedsoff_fear]

"Well, you aren't very peaceful, are you?" Knox arches a brow, almost smirking as he stood there.

Then came the swing and he took it right in the stomach, almost knocking the breath out of him as he stepped back and then he swung back. Not very hard but with a little growl, aiming for the same spot in which Andy had hit him.

[i_go_vertically]

"I'm working on it," grunts Andy, winded from the hit. He shoves at Knox, pushing him back into the wall.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox growled in response to getting pushed against the wall and he grabbed Andy's shirt, whirling to push him back into the wall. Then he twists and throws him towards the couch.

[i_go_vertically]

Luckily, the landing is soft, though Andy's arm knocks hard against the back, behind the pillows.

He's disoriented, for a moment, by the rapid shift, but tenses, ready for Knox's next move, shifting from offensive to defensive.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox moves closer, something predatory about the way he walked as he continued to watch and assess. Then he lunged forward to grab Andy by the shirt and haul him up to his tiptoes. "Come on, fight back."

[i_go_vertically]

Andy's hand latches onto Knox's wrist, fingers moving to pressure points, to break Knox's grip. - His mind is clear, maybe for the first time since Daniel walked up, and his mind and his body are actually moving in concert, working together, not fighting one another.

He twists back against Knox, aggressively enough that he overbalances both of them, shoving them both down against the couch.

[feedsoff_fear]

Knox hates those pressure points, his hand immediately going weak so that Andy could break his grip. He finds himself twisting and losing his balance, landing on the couch with Andy.

Almost losing his breath, he grunts a little as he tries to twist his wrist free, "Better yet?"