The air leaves Julian's lungs all at once with the impact--it's rough, and strong, and he can tell still that it's not all the force that could have been brought to bear against him. He'd only been able to see it coming, not to do anything against it.
Every muscle in his body tenses, ready to fight and to flee, but he forces himself off red alert because he knows in this situation he's put himself in it won't do any good. He can't run anywhere, and if he was sure before that he didn't hold a candle to a 20th century Augment, that only proved it. He needs to be as non-aggressive as possible.
There's fear in his eyes, caution, but he's about as calm as one can be when faced with a raging Khan. But he can only start breathing again once the other man lets him go.
"You're going to work yourself into shock," Julian says levelly. You're not completely immune to it, you know.
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Every muscle in his body tenses, ready to fight and to flee, but he forces himself off red alert because he knows in this situation he's put himself in it won't do any good. He can't run anywhere, and if he was sure before that he didn't hold a candle to a 20th century Augment, that only proved it. He needs to be as non-aggressive as possible.
There's fear in his eyes, caution, but he's about as calm as one can be when faced with a raging Khan. But he can only start breathing again once the other man lets him go.
"You're going to work yourself into shock," Julian says levelly. You're not completely immune to it, you know.