[ He falls into the rhythm, once he latches onto it, clings to it like a lifeline. Because Peter absolutely is a dancer, or at least a guy who dances, and finding the beat is intuitive, by now.
And it absolutely is a dance, if he had enough leftover brainpower to think on it. The way she closes the distance between them, the way she floats back, the way he blocks and ducks and sidesteps her blows. It would almost be fun, if Peter wasn't also slightly distracted by the very real threat of taking a punch to the face.
But as all good things must, the fight comes to an end. The sparring match drags on just a little too long, and his blocks and dodges are a little looser, less precise. He moves to catch a punch, but his hand reaches the spot just a hair too late. He takes the full force (well, quarter force, for Gamora) of a fist to the jaw. It leaves him stunned and momentarily vulnerable, and he pays for that mistake, too.
The round finishes, predictably, with Peter flat on his back, grunting with the impact. ]
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And it absolutely is a dance, if he had enough leftover brainpower to think on it. The way she closes the distance between them, the way she floats back, the way he blocks and ducks and sidesteps her blows. It would almost be fun, if Peter wasn't also slightly distracted by the very real threat of taking a punch to the face.
But as all good things must, the fight comes to an end. The sparring match drags on just a little too long, and his blocks and dodges are a little looser, less precise. He moves to catch a punch, but his hand reaches the spot just a hair too late. He takes the full force (well, quarter force, for Gamora) of a fist to the jaw. It leaves him stunned and momentarily vulnerable, and he pays for that mistake, too.
The round finishes, predictably, with Peter flat on his back, grunting with the impact. ]