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Amani’s response to Tae’s little comment, and the expression on her face while she spoke, told him that this was maybe not the best time to be making jokes. “Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood.” He apologized, even though she should know by now that humour, especially dark and often inappropriate humour, was one of his coping mechanisms. Regardless, despite what his actions might suggest, he didn’t have a death wish and wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. “If it makes you feel any better, I felt as bad as I looked, maybe even worse. Speaking of, what the hell did you do to me?” He asked, wondering exactly what it was that she did to make him not feel as if he’d been hit by a bus and then drowned in a lake, which was how he could best describe how he felt a moment ago.
“One would think you would be more inclined to take better measurements to make sure these type of situations do not keep occurring, but then again I suppose you know you body better than me.”
“You sound like my sister.” He muttered. He shifted his position slightly to test the limits of his mobility and to get an idea of whether or not he would have to take out the emergency bottle of pain medication. While his mom wanted him to rely on natural methods of pain relief, his dad had insisted that he have a bottle of actual pain medication as well, in case the other methods failed. In the six years since the accident, Tae could count the number of times he’d need to open that bottle on one hand but this might just cause him to add to that tally.
“I struck first but Renlin decided to comment on my family so really he started it.” Tae responded, fully aware that he sounded like a child. Then again, Renlin’s hatred for him was also pretty childish, so he figured that it cancelled out. He would have been flattered when Amani told him that he was more skilled than his cousin, if it weren’t for the underlying message of ‘you’re an idiot’, which wasn’t entirely false. Using his magic in the fight probably would have saved him from almost dying. “I don’t really have a good excuse. Adrenaline, I guess?” He answered, even though it was a sh*t answer. She then asked him if he got a couple hits in and he nodded. “I got some in before he overpowered me.” He wasn’t sure that he did much damage, but wasn’t exactly lying to her. He did get a few hits in before being strangled.
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@Kristi - Amani