Jim's hands immediately go up at the ones that find their way around his throat. He wishes he could say this is the first time this has happened in his life. That someone far stronger than your average human has decided they wanted to choke the life out of him in anger. But no, Spock nearly throttled him over the helm of what is now his ship, and a Romulan on Nero's ship nearly managed it during their final battle with the Narada.
But Khan is different than they are. This is like going up against the solid face of a mountain. Against titanium. He manages a breath, one, before that grip is too tight to pull in another, but that defiance never wavers. It doesn't matter that he's choking, trying his damnedest to get the hands from around his neck, eyes watering and vision blurring already.
Jim Kirk has never been one for fear, once before crawling into a warp core did it overwhelm him enough to override everything else, and then he was a 13 year old boy exposed to horrors that would sicken most adults. He grits his teeth. He won't give Khan that satisfaction. Only then there's another person, trying to pull Khan off of him, but he can't make out what he's saying through the angry buzzing in his ears, but Khan drops him.
He coughs violently, sliding down the bulkhead as he tries to regain his bearings, and sucks in air. He's not sure who this guy is, but he can't imagine this is going to go well at all. Communicator. He needs his communicator.
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But Khan is different than they are. This is like going up against the solid face of a mountain. Against titanium. He manages a breath, one, before that grip is too tight to pull in another, but that defiance never wavers. It doesn't matter that he's choking, trying his damnedest to get the hands from around his neck, eyes watering and vision blurring already.
Jim Kirk has never been one for fear, once before crawling into a warp core did it overwhelm him enough to override everything else, and then he was a 13 year old boy exposed to horrors that would sicken most adults. He grits his teeth. He won't give Khan that satisfaction. Only then there's another person, trying to pull Khan off of him, but he can't make out what he's saying through the angry buzzing in his ears, but Khan drops him.
He coughs violently, sliding down the bulkhead as he tries to regain his bearings, and sucks in air. He's not sure who this guy is, but he can't imagine this is going to go well at all. Communicator. He needs his communicator.