ben see red.

he's a demanding creature. he's selfish, cruel and extremely unreasonable. he's the embodiment of best, a son of a bitch with daddy issues. and now he see red? that's helluva bad news. like gong-sized bad business and it's loud. well, cause ben knows you and that's not a good reason either cause he's no sentimental lad, it's just so unmanly.

that's why when he found out that you had flipped to the dark side, he's gone. already out marching across brooklyn to shiv you with his sharpest dagger going full-on vader to slay obi-wan in mustafar though should've ended up as anakin and padmé love story, just crawl back to you, you and that motel bed. ever thought of calling when you've had a few?

had sped towards him, you jumped up and slammed both feet into his chest just as you reached him. you backflipped through the air and landed into a crouch on the ground as he went stumbling backwards, but stayed on his feet right at the moment you delivered a reverse turning kick to the chest, sending him flying before he landed hard on his back.

seeing you coming, he punched you hard in the face that made you stumble backwards. as soon as you stumbled, he spin-kicked you, and you went sailing through the air before your back slammed to a car's hood, the windshield shattered beneath your skull.

soldier boy stormed up to you. seizing you by the throat and threw his fist— you blocked it with your boot planted on his upper arm. trembling, growling for dominance— your boot slipped, going past his shoulder and your legs loops around his neck, our pistols drawn at the same time. yours aimed at his head, his at the side of your neck.

"fucker to fucker, let's see who's faster." he gritted.