[How dare this son of a bitch call his dad a failure?! The moment his fist breaks through the wall and Ravus' hand rises to grasp his throat, Gladio bares his teeth and tucks his chin enough that the grip isn't perfect.
He barely feels the hit to his side, rage and alcohol working in a wonderful tandem to dull the physical pain, and he huffs out a snort when Ravus starts panting death threats. As if this pitiful excuse for a man could take him on now - Gladio might have heard some terrible news today but he's still in peak physical condition (excluding the drunkenness) and he refuses to allow Ravus to keep the upper hand.]
Better men th'n you h've tried n' failed. [Further ducking his head and lifting up his shoulders, he works to dislodge the hand around his throat while using his free hand to reach for that damn metal arm. With the hand still gripping Ravus' shirt, Gladio hoarsely roars and gifts Ravus with another pull-slam into the wall as he finally finds a grip on the prosthetic.
Muscles swell and ripple as he begins pulling at the arm while putting as much weight into keeping Ravus pinned as he can. He's going to rip that damn thing off and beat him with it.]
Th' truth hurts, dunnit. [The words are barely audible, almost lost in the heaving breaths and rumbling grunts as he works to tear arm from shoulder.]
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He barely feels the hit to his side, rage and alcohol working in a wonderful tandem to dull the physical pain, and he huffs out a snort when Ravus starts panting death threats. As if this pitiful excuse for a man could take him on now - Gladio might have heard some terrible news today but he's still in peak physical condition (excluding the drunkenness) and he refuses to allow Ravus to keep the upper hand.]
Better men th'n you h've tried n' failed. [Further ducking his head and lifting up his shoulders, he works to dislodge the hand around his throat while using his free hand to reach for that damn metal arm. With the hand still gripping Ravus' shirt, Gladio hoarsely roars and gifts Ravus with another pull-slam into the wall as he finally finds a grip on the prosthetic.
Muscles swell and ripple as he begins pulling at the arm while putting as much weight into keeping Ravus pinned as he can. He's going to rip that damn thing off and beat him with it.]
Th' truth hurts, dunnit. [The words are barely audible, almost lost in the heaving breaths and rumbling grunts as he works to tear arm from shoulder.]