Blunt Force Trauma

AN: Broken is so fun to write 10/10 highly recommend

CW: violence, mild swearing

Broken grabbed the sword out of her hand and tossed it across the stage. He grabbed her by the neck and whirled around, holding her against the wall. “You’d best know I’m a sore loser..” the woman huffed and tried to squirm free, reaching towards his jacket to steal one of his knives. “Watch where you’re grabbin’..” he held her wrist tightly. “Me boyfriend wouldn’t be none too happy about it..”

She rolled her eyes and hooked her leg around his, pulling Broken’s leg out from under him. He tumbled to the floor and smacked the back of his head against the stage. The hardwood stage. From like 7 feet in the air. “Fuck..!” He rolled onto his side and held the back of his head. Not even Broken is immune to concussions.

The woman huffed and went to pick up her sword, putting her shoe on Broken’s chest. “You put up a good fight, I’ll give you that much you stupid cat.” He waved her away, he’s not doing so well. “In a sec-“ she sighed and kicked his side. “What’s wrong with you now? I thought your shtick was being able to get up from anything.”

”Not blunt force trauma to the back of me fuckin’ skull..” he muttered. The woman rolled her eyes and put her sword to his neck. “I guess not even you’re immune.” In the blink of an eye Broken was up again and had the sword in his hand, stepping closer. “‘M not..” she huffed and backed up. “Your entire weight just slammed into the ground how aren’t you unconscious?” He smiled and tapped the side of his head with the sword. “Thick skull..”

Broken backed her up against the opposite wall, holding the sword tip to her neck. “This things pretty sharp..” he sliced at her teasingly. “No wonder you could slice through slice through jeans so easily..” oh yeah, Broken does all of this shit in jeans. Baggy ones but jeans none the less. Maybe that changes your perspective on him doing things I dunno.

He smiled and pressed it against her neck, drawing blood. Not enough to do serious damage though, not yet. “Would be a shame if my hand slipped..” Broken’s phone alarm abruptly cut through the stillness of the theatre. “Fuck, I’ve gotta go..” he gave her the sword back and jumped off the stage. “I’ll be back..! Don’t you run off..!”

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