"I've had a lot of practice," he answers, listening as she moves. He tenses a little, expecting an attack to come and to have to dart out of the way, and while it does come, well. He wasn't expecting her to actually take his advice to heart.
He stumbles forward as the boxes come down on top of him. They're not entirely heavy, but he's caught off guard--off balance--and it takes him more than a moment to find his balance. Or it would, if he doesn't decide to roll with it, hitting the ground at what looks to be an odd angle, crates crashing down on top of him. He stays there, unmoving, holding his breath with his eyes closed, waiting to see if she'll take the bait. If she'll think she's hurt him and check on him.
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Date: 2008-12-14 02:54 am (UTC)He stumbles forward as the boxes come down on top of him. They're not entirely heavy, but he's caught off guard--off balance--and it takes him more than a moment to find his balance. Or it would, if he doesn't decide to roll with it, hitting the ground at what looks to be an odd angle, crates crashing down on top of him. He stays there, unmoving, holding his breath with his eyes closed, waiting to see if she'll take the bait. If she'll think she's hurt him and check on him.