[ Harvey can't close his eyes; at least, not one of them, and that one doesn't tear up, anyway. The other, though, that screws shut and he reels a little from his own blow; the nerves in his face are deadened mostly, after two rounds of acid and multiple bouts of plastic surgery... but that still smarts. ]
[ He doesn't need to see to bring his leg up, though, and try and stamp his foot into Davy's crablike leg, trying to drop him to a knee if he can't take him completely off balance and down to the ground. His arms work blind, now, shoving forward -- trying to get him down. ]
There's no sea here, Davy. More's the pity. I was a port town's son.
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Date: 2013-11-14 06:46 am (UTC)[ He doesn't need to see to bring his leg up, though, and try and stamp his foot into Davy's crablike leg, trying to drop him to a knee if he can't take him completely off balance and down to the ground. His arms work blind, now, shoving forward -- trying to get him down. ]
There's no sea here, Davy. More's the pity. I was a port town's son.