"What're you zoning out about, huh?!"
Backed by that ferocious, ear-piercing yell from the energetic, shirtless man was a fist that launched itself against Avdima's cheek as he sat hunched over against the tree. The raw impact was enough to shake the oak by its roots, but Avdima only slowly parted his eyelids as the callused knuckles belonging to Fai pressed against his pale cheek.
With one hand, the Argonaut clenched onto the wrist of his foe, squeezing tightly the blackband that covered Fai's wrist--the grip strength he exuded was enough to drive all of Fai's veins against his skin as Avdima slowly stood himself. It was like a man holding his dog by its leash, getting up at his own pace as he held the tan-skinned man's arm hostage.
