[Dean doesn't bother dodging Faith's charge; he came here for this, he's ready to stand and face it. She hits him hard enough to knock the breath out of him and then they're both falling backwards, but he hangs onto her with one hand and brings the opposite elbow down towards her back as hard as he can, scrambling for balance.
It's when he rears his hand back for another punch that something catches it and then his vision goes white for a second, the familiar sound of cracking bone registering around his shout of pain. It staggers him for just a moment, but he's too angry, too focused, hurting too much already to let it put him down.
He lets go of Faith long enough to reach out blindly until his good hand closes around the neck of a bottle on one of the shelves of the bar, and he swings it as hard as he can behind him at Bruce.]
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Date: 2012-12-28 05:36 am (UTC)From:It's when he rears his hand back for another punch that something catches it and then his vision goes white for a second, the familiar sound of cracking bone registering around his shout of pain. It staggers him for just a moment, but he's too angry, too focused, hurting too much already to let it put him down.
He lets go of Faith long enough to reach out blindly until his good hand closes around the neck of a bottle on one of the shelves of the bar, and he swings it as hard as he can behind him at Bruce.]