[ His head rocks back when knuckles connect, dizzying him into a stumble that proves to his detriment as meaty hands wrench him in and an elbow ruffles his hair the wrong way. No, he thinks, using the pain in his nose as a catalyst for action. Hux snatches up to make a fist in long non-regulation curls and yanks hard, letting his weight suddenly go limp to try and drag Ren down with him.
He may not have Ren's heft or muscle but long before training with the First Order, no one at the Arkanis Academy enjoyed scrapping with little Armitage and his sharp nails. There is no such thing as fighting dirty if you win. ]
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He may not have Ren's heft or muscle but long before training with the First Order, no one at the Arkanis Academy enjoyed scrapping with little Armitage and his sharp nails. There is no such thing as fighting dirty if you win. ]