That Dylan doesn't collapse immediately is surprise - one that causes Khan's eyes to narrow in clear interest. Not human.
The assessment doesn't keep the bloodlust from running hot in his veins. It's tempered only by decades of training, of discipline, forged into something brutal and ruthless - a weapon, as he was made to be.
Khan doesn't falter at Dylan's recovery, merely follows through with his savage kick, twisting into the motion. He sees the shift in weight, the bunching of muscles, and can read the blow to come. But rather than step away, Khan presses forward, one hand darting up to intercept the strike to his head. It's a move that steals the breath from his lungs, broken ribs screaming in protest and forcing a feral snarl on his face, but he doesn't care.
no subject
The assessment doesn't keep the bloodlust from running hot in his veins. It's tempered only by decades of training, of discipline, forged into something brutal and ruthless - a weapon, as he was made to be.
Khan doesn't falter at Dylan's recovery, merely follows through with his savage kick, twisting into the motion. He sees the shift in weight, the bunching of muscles, and can read the blow to come. But rather than step away, Khan presses forward, one hand darting up to intercept the strike to his head. It's a move that steals the breath from his lungs, broken ribs screaming in protest and forcing a feral snarl on his face, but he doesn't care.
Pain is there to be endured.