[ klaus cannot fight lucifer's grip nor avoid his well-aimed hit, though it's not from lack of trying. his smile fades long before the pure agony of his bone splintering and breaking has his knees nearly buckling, an inhuman, guttural cry erupting from his chest.
it's not often klaus is at the mercy of someone else's strength. it's even rarer that someone isn't one of his family, the extent of their strength considered. it reminds him: of the helplessness and pain of being weaker. it reminds of mikael, of esther, and more recently, of lucien.
and of marcel, more devastatingly.
in other words, it makes him angry. and anger is always an incredible force of motivation, he's found. no sooner does his bellow abate than his breath comes in growled bursts, his teeth bared and the rage in his eyes plain as he lifts his gaze. he is faster, and he'll use that to his advantage now: he uses his good arm to grab lucifer by the collar and launch him clear across the room. ]
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it's not often klaus is at the mercy of someone else's strength. it's even rarer that someone isn't one of his family, the extent of their strength considered. it reminds him: of the helplessness and pain of being weaker. it reminds of mikael, of esther, and more recently, of lucien.
and of marcel, more devastatingly.
in other words, it makes him angry. and anger is always an incredible force of motivation, he's found. no sooner does his bellow abate than his breath comes in growled bursts, his teeth bared and the rage in his eyes plain as he lifts his gaze. he is faster, and he'll use that to his advantage now: he uses his good arm to grab lucifer by the collar and launch him clear across the room. ]