[ fun indeed-- jaq hasn't had a decent struggle like this in years. jedi became too easy to hunt but this, this was new prey. and new prey is always the best. but, in moving to dodge piter's slash-- he gives the other man the momentum, the force to turn the tides. all of the breath in jaq's lungs escapes him with a heavy breath, a soft groan-- his eyes snap open wide, pupils dilating and a grin beginning to form.
the realization that he'd like nothing more than to break piter-- make him cry, beg for mercy. anything flashes across his synapses and it's like a drug-- coursing through his veins and echoing across his mind as his world spins for a distinct moment.
kill kill kill-- ]
[ he still whispers back though, almost singing, hand sliding up to fasten around piter's neck-- grip intending to be tight. he wants to feel his pulse slow and sputter to a stop, his final breaths flux-- ] Only if you play nice.