His back struck the wall with a thick, painless impact, but it threw him off nonetheless.
Dimly he registered Avadya's coat being yanked out of his grasp, but his attention was soon commanded by other, more immediate things.
Torrents of water hit him from three sides and he swore loudly, anticipating the cold but not actually feeling it as much as he would were he not wearing the heavy wool uniform.
His hair was half-soaked immediately, gleaming wet blond streaks plastered across his patrician brow.
Aleskandr grimaced violently and shoved it back with his hands.
His eyes sought Cheslav, enraged and indignant at this turn of events.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
He lunged forward, hurling his weight at Cheslav, who held Avdotia's coat in his hand.
Another doomed insurrection, but no feint.
He struck Cheslav's body with fair force, but his weight was incomparable to his fixer's, as he knew it would be.
His aim was not to overpower Slava, but to provoke an overzealous counter-reaction, then abruptly remove his own resistance and use Slava's own force against him, rechanneling his momentum so that he pitched forward, out of control.
It was a common tactic in outfighting, and outfighters usually outlasted brawlers in precisely that way.
Of course that was apples to poisoned apples, anyway, but Aleksandr was a firm believer in using whatever you have at your disposal at any given moment.
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Date: 2010-02-27 11:29 pm (UTC)Dimly he registered Avadya's coat being yanked out of his grasp, but his attention was soon commanded by other, more immediate things.
Torrents of water hit him from three sides and he swore loudly, anticipating the cold but not actually feeling it as much as he would were he not wearing the heavy wool uniform.
His hair was half-soaked immediately, gleaming wet blond streaks plastered across his patrician brow.
Aleskandr grimaced violently and shoved it back with his hands.
His eyes sought Cheslav, enraged and indignant at this turn of events.
"I'm going to fucking kill you."
He lunged forward, hurling his weight at Cheslav, who held Avdotia's coat in his hand.
Another doomed insurrection, but no feint.
He struck Cheslav's body with fair force, but his weight was incomparable to his fixer's, as he knew it would be.
His aim was not to overpower Slava, but to provoke an overzealous counter-reaction, then abruptly remove his own resistance and use Slava's own force against him, rechanneling his momentum so that he pitched forward, out of control.
It was a common tactic in outfighting, and outfighters usually outlasted brawlers in precisely that way.
Of course that was apples to poisoned apples, anyway, but Aleksandr was a firm believer in using whatever you have at your disposal at any given moment.