[Alhaitham of his right mind knows that Heine is quicker. The Alhaitham of his wrong mind is caught off-guard and pinned under the weight of it. His fingers curl into fists, his legs pull up with the twist of his shoulders in an attempt to wrest himself free. His weight is a counter to Heine's.
The fist collides with his skull. His head knocks between bone and tile and a shocked gasp drags out of his throat. Then his eyes roll back into closed lids and he's limp.]
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The fist collides with his skull. His head knocks between bone and tile and a shocked gasp drags out of his throat. Then his eyes roll back into closed lids and he's limp.]