Duke Ligur was generally and fortunately inaccurate in his blows, and Aziraphale feebly attempted to defend himself against them. He was, however, nearly feeling confident enough to say,
"An examp- Oof!" A particularly nasty punch hit him in his solar plexus, effectively preventing Aziraphale's habit of breathing. The angel wheezed, forgetting entirely that he didn't have to breathe anyway, and was immediately blindsided with an unfortunate blow to his temple.
"Ooooh," Aziraphale staggered and doubled over, feeling nauseous now.
He vaguely heard the rest of what Ligur said, and then looked up at him pityingly. It was a powerful look, and Aziraphale kept it, eyes focussed unnervingly on Ligur.
His wings itched, as they always had when he was in obvious trouble, and he spread them out awkwardly. He found his balance immediately with them, although his stability on his feet left something to be desired. A manicured hand clutched his temple, where a small trickle of blood and a very large bruise was forming.
At this point, saying something earth-shattering would have been nice. However, Aziraphale had decided long ago that earth-shattering things were usually cliched and very not-him, and so he settled for another malicious squint - this time even more malicious than last time - and a "You want me to be an example?"
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Date: 2006-02-17 06:21 am (UTC)"An examp- Oof!" A particularly nasty punch hit him in his solar plexus, effectively preventing Aziraphale's habit of breathing. The angel wheezed, forgetting entirely that he didn't have to breathe anyway, and was immediately blindsided with an unfortunate blow to his temple.
"Ooooh," Aziraphale staggered and doubled over, feeling nauseous now.
He vaguely heard the rest of what Ligur said, and then looked up at him pityingly. It was a powerful look, and Aziraphale kept it, eyes focussed unnervingly on Ligur.
His wings itched, as they always had when he was in obvious trouble, and he spread them out awkwardly. He found his balance immediately with them, although his stability on his feet left something to be desired. A manicured hand clutched his temple, where a small trickle of blood and a very large bruise was forming.
At this point, saying something earth-shattering would have been nice. However, Aziraphale had decided long ago that earth-shattering things were usually cliched and very not-him, and so he settled for another malicious squint - this time even more malicious than last time - and a "You want me to be an example?"