[As drunk as James was, it was easy enough for Kenji to duck under the swing, and slightly amusing to watch as the larger boy spun in an unsteady circle from the momentum. Not so amusing, however, was the fact that he didn't go down, but managed somehow to keep on his feet, wobbly though he was. Somewhere in the distance, he thought he heard a familiar voice call out, but he didn't dare glance over because James lurched toward him again.
In the back of his mind, he could feel that thread of light pulsing in time to his own rapid heartbeat, insistent, demanding, almost screaming for him to grab hold. With some difficulty, he resisted the urge--he didn't want to hurt the guy, after all, just...discourage him a little. As James moved closer, something else seemed to take over, and without thinking, Kenji dropped to all fours. Hands planted in the sand, he swept out and around with his right leg, catching James just above the ankles and knocking him into the sand.
Leaping quickly to his feet, he kept a wary eye on his fallen antagonist. The guy still seemed to have a little wiggle left in him, and might be interested in coming back for round two. As he watched James struggle to regain his feet, the sudden urge to launch himself at his target and pummel him until he stayed down rose within him as strong and heady and wild as the waves he'd ridden earlier that day. What the hell? Aside from a few shoving matches in middle school, he'd never been much for fighting, so where had this come from? Shaken and disturbed by his own impulses, he forced himself to back away. If James and company decided to pursue the matter, they'd have a chase on their hands.]
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In the back of his mind, he could feel that thread of light pulsing in time to his own rapid heartbeat, insistent, demanding, almost screaming for him to grab hold. With some difficulty, he resisted the urge--he didn't want to hurt the guy, after all, just...discourage him a little. As James moved closer, something else seemed to take over, and without thinking, Kenji dropped to all fours. Hands planted in the sand, he swept out and around with his right leg, catching James just above the ankles and knocking him into the sand.
Leaping quickly to his feet, he kept a wary eye on his fallen antagonist. The guy still seemed to have a little wiggle left in him, and might be interested in coming back for round two. As he watched James struggle to regain his feet, the sudden urge to launch himself at his target and pummel him until he stayed down rose within him as strong and heady and wild as the waves he'd ridden earlier that day. What the hell? Aside from a few shoving matches in middle school, he'd never been much for fighting, so where had this come from? Shaken and disturbed by his own impulses, he forced himself to back away. If James and company decided to pursue the matter, they'd have a chase on their hands.]