[And now, quite possibly for the first time, Damian sees who exactly is holding him back. The rational part of his brain is telling him to stop, that he knows he's not a match for Kryptonian super strength. Besides, there's the whole "attempting to court the alien to your side" idea that was about to go down the drain if he kept struggling. But damn it all, he was still pissed and raring to fight.
Then he looked at Drake.
Drake had already thrown in the towel, he could see it in his eyes and in his body language. There was no point in fighting an opponent who was finished. It was like kicking an animal--it brought no satisfaction.]
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Then he looked at Drake.
Drake had already thrown in the towel, he could see it in his eyes and in his body language. There was no point in fighting an opponent who was finished. It was like kicking an animal--it brought no satisfaction.]
Whatever, I was done anyway.