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[paradoxlol]

Minimal death and destruction, no known curses carried back to the Barge, and I didn't get baked into any witches' pies or swallowed by wolves. [Or whatever it is that happens to sassy woodlands critters n fairy tales.] All in all, I'd say that was a good port. [Pause, then he makes a noncommittal "hm."] Despite being turned into a very articulate chipmunk.

[Private to Perry]
The silent treatment's gone on long enough. We're having a talk.

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[hatestriangles]

I want to beat you into the goddamn ground, I'm sick of you and your motherfucking warden bullshit! [Perry's not running on logic now. He puts his weight on his messed-up knee and it buckles. Looks like Arthur's gotten lucky. The slip distracts the big inmate and throws his balance out but he sees Arthur coming, getting close. Acting on instinct, Perry gives up on trying to stand and instead just pitches himself forward, wrapping his thick-muscled arms around Arthur's chest like he's back on the field dishing out a brutal sack on the QB. He squeezes hard, tightening his arms ruthlessly. He wants to take Arthur down.]

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[Arthur grits his teeth but doesn't respond to that declaration of Perry's intents. He does, however, respond to that tackle with a:] Shit!

[A combination of luck and good reflexes keeps Arthur's arms free from that grip, at least, because if Perry managed to trap them, this would be over. Still, it takes a moment for him to actually react, because the force of being driven to the ground with those thick arms constricting his chest is enough to make Arthur see stars as the breath is knocked out of him. The glock almost slips from his fingers as he struggles to regain his senses, but that's enough for him to tighten his grip on the barrel and hold onto the gun like his life depends on it. Each breath sends a sharp pain through one side, and he's sure a rib or two's been cracked, although it's hard to isolate the damage through the haze of pain. Still, he's not giving up yet. Arthur wraps his legs around Perry's waist and uses the momentum, pushing against the ground with one free hand, to try to roll the big man so that Arthur's on top. Even if that doesn't work, he's already lashing out with the gun to smash it against Perry's head.]

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[hatestriangles]

[Arthur's first attempt to roll them didn't quite work, Perry keeping one leg locked to stop it. But he had been so completely focused on the tackle and the take-down that he hadn't even seen Arthur's gun, so he has all his attention locked on maintaining the grip around Arthur's body when it smashes into his face. The blow knocks his head to the side, sets his ear ringing and blood pouring from where the gun split his skin in three places. His vision blurs and his balance shifts to something less stable than before. If Arthur tried to flip him now, he'd probably be able to do it. He hisses out a breath between his teeth and tries to tighten the grip even further. It's going to take more than one cheap hit to take him down, and if he can maintain the pressure on Arthur, he can win.]

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[Arthur attempts that second flip, his empty hand going for Perry's face once their positions are reversed. He'd try to choke him out at this point, but Perry's grip on him is too strong for Arthur to get the leverage necessary to put enough pressure on his neck. So, instead, he goes for a quick eye gouge to distract and disorient Perry while that other hand slams the gun down on the former football player's skull once again, this time aiming for the temple. He needs to knock Perry out before the big man squeezes the goddamn life out of him.]

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[hatestriangles]

[Perry levers himself up, using the strength in his back to get him a little room to move his head. He sees the eye gouge coming and instantly shuts his eyes. He slams forward with as hard a headbutt as he can manage from down on the ground, knowing that even if Arthur gets the gouge in, he can crush the warden's hand against his body. His head connects with something and maybe it'll be enough to unbalance Arthur, maybe he can--

And the gun cracks down with perfect precision right on his temple. Perry goes completely limp for a moment. He struggles not to go under, not to lose this fight, not to be weak. What a fucking cheap shot. Then (possibly with another blow? He's too disoriented and close to passing out to register it properly) the big inmate slips into unconciousness, arms gripping tight until the end.]

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[Arthur's not taking any chances, especially after Perry's head hits his hand, and once the inmate goes limp, he hits him again for good measure. He holds onto the gun tightly, keeping it raised even after the third hit, like he doesn't quite trust Perry to really be unconscious. Once those arms finally slacken, Arthur pushes himself off of Perry, hissing in pain. He's going to look like a mess the next time he takes his shirt off. He hangs by Perry's side for a moment, then checks his inmate's pulse to make sure he didn't accidentally kill the guy.

Good, still going strong.

With that, Arthur pushes himself off the ground and staggers over to the abandoned clip. Loading it back into his gun, he holsters the weapon and pulls out his communicator. Whether Perry's getting treated here or in the infirmary, Arthur's going to need a second hand.]