regan frost. (contemnere) wrote in ofourowndevice, |
Later on Regan's scalp would be stinging, that much was certain. Justice wasn't a weak man and yanking on Regan's hair like that was bound to hurt for a while. It didn't hurt as much as the actual blows to the face though, and really it was more a matter of pride -- and principle -- than anything. Grown men didn't pull that childish shit, it wasn't even so much fighting dirty and just being petty. It was just one more thing for Regan to hate about the man pinned underneath him now, though the list was already long enough that it didn't really need to be added to.
The solid strike connected, Regan had been too intent on trying to punch Justice a third time to recoil from the way the other man suddenly pushed up and closed the gap between them. Even as he was thrown back and off his opponent Regan lashed out, albeit blindly, kicking with booted feet and there was a brief flash of satisfaction when he felt one catch something solid, something very much attached to another person. What exactly it was that he'd hit he didn't much care, he was already working on collecting himself and getting back up so that he could defend himself against further attack and launch further attacks of his own.