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[The sharp hit leaves him seeing stars and his head's knocked forward-- but he's not letting go of the hold he has on Jay's arm, not for that. Yanking that half of Jay's body down with him, he circles back up with his own momentum, throwing his legs over Jay's shoulders and around his neck.

With a poledancer's grace, his smaller frame swings over him and throws him into the ground with his thighs.]

It's gonna hurt you--!

[how many times are you going to try and shove your dick in his face, griffin

but hey, it shuts him up for like... 5 seconds?

but his palm shoots up and hits hard underneath griffin's chin, while his other arm shoots forward, between his legs, and then juts out out to create space while he's stunned.

that his punching hand can immediately take advantage of by grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, twisting to reverse their positions]

There are so many comments I can make.

[Griffin's wrestled to the ground, underneath him. But while both of Jay's hands are too occupied to block him, he slams both his fists inward to box his ears.

Who needs Kydoimos Din when sending a shockwave through the ears is already enough to stun and dizzy. Not to mention the pain to the delicate inner ear.]

Still wanna run your mouth?

[fuck that hurt, and he instinctively leans back, rocking back to his feet, before griffin can grab his shirt, even if he is a little unsteady while he works through the shockwaves]

Probably.

[Remember that part where Jay taught him to save the flashy moves for when he's already down or stunned? So it's easier to land them?

Maybe Jay will regret teaching him that

when Griffin grabs his lower legs together with both arms, pulling them out from under Jay while he's too dizzy to block him. Then, before he's able to get up, launches into a spinning kick that slams his boot down into Jay's solar plexus like an axe.]

Sure about that?

[hey, that is definitely all of the breath rushing out of his lungs-- but also, there's a wide grin on his face. that? was fucking amazing.

he would normally rush to recover, far faster than he should. but for now, he's going to take a moment, to admire,]

Finally.

[That smile sends shivers up his spine, and also? He's fought Jay enough to know he could've gotten up by now. Surely that deserved some punishment. After all, the fire in Griffin was still going, unsated yet.

He kneels over Jay's prone body and presses his boot into his chest, adding just enough force to make his ribs strain under the weight.]

What's that? I almost could've sworn you shut up for a second there.

[it hurts, but jay's eyes focus in on him, scanning for weaknesses. the grin never leaves his face. if anything, he just looks a little more excited, as his hand goes to griffin's boot, pushing up just lightly, taunting him with his next move.]

Me? Never.

Just needed to admire the teaching job I did.

[and then he grabs his pants with his other hand-- the push up to destabilize, and then using that break to pull him forward, off balance, leveraging griffin's body weight to pull himself up]

[Pulled forward, Griffin breaks away by tucking into roll to force some distance between them again, as Jay gets to his feet. He comes out in a smooth transition to get back on his feet, eyeing Jay for his next move.]

Wow. Didn't realize you were such a narcissist.

Don't think you realized how bad it was.

[he doesn't waste time, aiming his first punch square at griffin's chest, not caring too much on how he blocks. he just wants to fight.]

[Somehow the aggression in Griffin's blood was making him sharper, alight with ferocity. And now that Jay was being the brash one?

He turns to avoid the punch, stepping into Jay's space to jab an elbow to the gut, then grabbing his collar when he doubles over to try and throw him over his shoulder.]

Guess I need to bring that ego down a peg!

[but it gives him a good chance to counter grab him, and some of his flexibility kicks in here, letting him land, albeit with a few stumbles, onto his feet, enough to swing him onto the the ground]

Aw, I look proud for a moment, and this is what I get?

[hey look, he's over him now, though he's not rushing in again]

Can't a guy get his kicks?

[Griffin's thrown to the floor, but quickly recovers, spinning in a breakdance style sweep to get back up. Kind of a long shot that it'd hit Jay, but at least it'd keep him back (and his smug grin outta his face) while he got up.]

Go on and take'em then!

[as he pops up, Jay charges him, fast, and then jumps at the last moment when he has Griffin’s location pinned, slamming his fist down into his face]

You sure you won’t regret asking for that?

[The punch hits him squarely in the jaw - thank god Jay wasn't using this bullshit super strength right now, so at least that wasn't an instant fight ender.]

If you want kicks--

[His boot shoots out to kick Jay's leg out from under him. A quick stagger.]

[sometimes bad end has bullshit powers too. But yes, he’s not using hysmine blessing. ProbBly because he doesn’t feel this is an argument— it’s just fun.

But anyway, doing flashy things always leaves you open for more, so down he goes— and then he presses his hands against the ground and pushes up into an improvised back flip]

Nice.

[But it looks so good, Jay. Griffin smirks in open appreciation of some Style, before rushing in--]

Taking a page from my book?

[Before he can land the backflip, Griffin grabs him around his head in an inverted headlock, and slams him back down onto the ground: wrestling-style, both of them face-down.]

Do you see me trying to wrestle you?

You'd get so wrecked if I did.

[he says, ignoring the headlock for now, his elbow jutting back, hard to create some space, and then he kicks up, leveraging that he's 1) taller and 2) bigger to stand up.

and then to promptly slam back down, with Griffin behind him]

[Griffin grunts with pain from the double impact of Jay's full weight on him, and being slammed to the floor - fuck you for being tall? Really, fuck you.

But he doesn't let go of the headlock. If anything, now that he's underneath Jay, he tightens, shrinking out of reach of any effective elbows or punches. His legs wrap around Jay's, keeping him from standing - a complete body lockdown.]

Oh? Say that again?

[proving a point, huh.

there's a part of him that wants to go harder, but then the other part is just thinking "eh, is it really worth it to destroy myself on a roof for this?"

Especially without powers.

so he finally taps out.]

[Hah, finally-- he lets go, still breathing heavily. Jay can get up, but Griffin's gonna stay here for a second more, reveling in the lingering pain and adrenaline.]

[he's going to stand, and shrug his shoulders, rotating his neck a little bit.]

Get some of that aggression out? Or do you need another round?

[Wait. Before Jay fully gets to his feet, Griffin grabs him by the collar.]

Did I say I was done yet?

[hey.

He catches his hand on the floor before he falls back, and then turns to face him.]

Literally what I was just offering.

[Griffin bares his teeth in a hungry smile. He pushes off the ground as he pulls down Jay at the same time, using that leverage to heft himself on top and kiss him, eager and raw and made bold by victory.]

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