Snippet #1364568

Brandon struggled violently against the firm grip the other had on his throat. He could barely breathe. "Calm down", he gasped.
When he received no reply, he reached into his shirt and withdrew his slender steel knife, pressing it firmly against the wrist of the one holding him. "Release me", he said, still struggling to form words, "or... he trailed off, then put the knife back in his coat. That would not work.

Brandon was getting angry himself, but he tried his best to suppress his anger, and two angry, fire wielding people in the same room would make a scenario without any desirable endings. He focused hard, but a slight bit of rage altered with his focus, and he too erupted in flame. As he regained calm, Brandon's flame disappeared and he almost fainted. The grip on his throat wasn't getting any softer, and he figured we would pass out shortly.

Brandon did his best to sigh, but he couldn't due to the hand on his throat, so he sighed mentally instead. Then, he grabbed the arm around his throat, and with all his strength, performed a fighting move which should have thrown the other to the ground, however, all it did was strain his arms. Completely hopeless now, Brandon gave up and passed out. 'So much for helping' he thought, just before his vision went black.