[With his airways restricted, drawing a breath was difficult. The less oxygen taken into his lungs, the greater the beat of his pulse, such that Kit could even feel it in his throat and hear it in his ears. It was a strange thing to be so physically aware of his own anger and to be unwilling to stand down, to taste his own blood on his tongue and yet not be pushed over the edge by the fact that it had been spilled at all.]
I'm not in your way...
[Releasing his hold on the other boy and even leaning into the hand clutching his throat, Kit's stared piercingly at Vincent. Daring him, it seemed, to punish him for the insult he thought he had suffered.]
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I'm not in your way...
[Releasing his hold on the other boy and even leaning into the hand clutching his throat, Kit's stared piercingly at Vincent. Daring him, it seemed, to punish him for the insult he thought he had suffered.]