Khan, unfortunately for Steve, is far from an average opponent.
The shout from behind goes unheeded - Khan is rather busy, at the moment - but the second he feels an arm wind tight around his own throat, the instinctive, animal need to protect a vulnerable area takes over. He drops Kirk, a snarl ripping form his throat, and drives an elbow viciously backwards. The other hand reaches to clamp, inhumanly strong, on the arm around his throat.
He has no idea who this man is, nor does he care; all of Khan is running on feral instinct and decades of conditioning. The fight thrums in his veins, aggression boiling under his skin, in his genes. This is what he was built for, and if this intruder wants a fight? He'll give him one.
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The shout from behind goes unheeded - Khan is rather busy, at the moment - but the second he feels an arm wind tight around his own throat, the instinctive, animal need to protect a vulnerable area takes over. He drops Kirk, a snarl ripping form his throat, and drives an elbow viciously backwards. The other hand reaches to clamp, inhumanly strong, on the arm around his throat.
He has no idea who this man is, nor does he care; all of Khan is running on feral instinct and decades of conditioning. The fight thrums in his veins, aggression boiling under his skin, in his genes. This is what he was built for, and if this intruder wants a fight? He'll give him one.