Suckerpunch

Writers: Halyonix, Sia
Date Posted: 16th December 2025

Characters: K'aur, S'yen, E'kavas, I'serin
Description: S'yen and K'aur duke it out over a close Threadfall
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 12 of Turn 12
Notes: Some cursing

S'yen

E'kavas

I'serin

The heat still licked at his skin even after their skip /between/.

}: I’m okay, I’m okay! :{ Jenith said quickly as S’yen mentally reached for him. Shells, that had been _close_! }: Not singed, not hurt. He just missed me. :{ S’yen looked up to see Remiath winging away, seemingly oblivious. He made the rudest hand gesture he could think of but that wasn’t going to be the end of it.

The Weyrleader’s dragon roared, signaling the end of Threadfall as it reached the frigid mountains. S’yen let Jenith follow Aluneth back to the Weyr as he seethed. Stupid K’aur! That stupid fucker had nearly seared Jenith! Of all the damnedest, sharding, searing… “What the _fuck_ was that?!” S’yen shouted the moment he dismounted Jenith, charging over to Remiath as he threw off his helmet. “Do you need a sharding eye exam, you dimglow? Didn’t you _see_ Jenith there?”

K’aur’s chest heaved, adrenaline still coursing even as he tried to keep his temper from spilling into chaos. Remiath stood still nearby, taking in S’yen’s yelling and the flailing gestures. “I saw him,” K’aur said, teeth gritted, as he pulled off his own helmet and ran a hand through his own sweat-damp hair. "He got out of the way. What's your problem?"

“You! You nearly flamed us! Do you know what the fuck phosphine poisoning is? Do you know what it does to a dragon?” S’yen shouted. Behind him, Jenith’s eyes whirled orange and yellow, his mind unable to decide if he should calm his rider or lean into S’yen’s anger.

K'aur's jaw clenched. He felt the sharp twist of guilt in his gut, but the sting of being shouted at by the greenest wingrider was Worse than admitting any kind of mistake. "I know what it does. He'd need to inhale a lot more than that to notice any kind of difference. You'd rather I let Thread fall past me?!"

“If it meant that my dragon didn’t get fucking flamed, then sure! One of the other Wings could have caught it!”

Jenith tried to soothe his rider. }: S’yen, I’m okay. We’re not hurt. :{

Enflamed, S’yen snapped, “But we almost _weren’t_, Jenith, because of this oaf right here who can’t flame for whershit!”

K'aur felt the words hit like a slap- and something inside him snapped. The heat of Fall was still under his skin, the adrenaline still pulsing but with nowhere to go but out. "Watch your sharding mouth. I've flown in way more Falls than you have. I know what I'm doing."

“You obviously _don’t_,” S’yen shot back. He gave K’aur a hard push, knowing completely that it was the wrong thing to do but so damn scared that the stupid brownrider had almost killed Jenith with that errant flame.

K’aur didn’t even think-- his body just reacted. He stumbled backward at first, but as soon as he regained his balance he shoved S'yen back.

That earned him a swing of S’yen’s fist, wild and inexperienced, but it caught him on the shoulder high enough.

K’aur barely felt the blow, still more in surprise than in pain, but it broke the fragile thread of restraint he’d been clinging to. His own fist came up, not quite aiming, just wanting the motion, the outlet. It thudded into S’yen’s chest hard enough to knock the bluerider back.

That began a flurry of something between the two riders, fueled by emotions, full of shouts and a lack of restraints. Until it began to attract the attention of others.

}: Roquath, what is happening? :{ Aluneth asked of the brown, his post-Threadfall Weyrwide status report update to his rider interrupted momentarily.

}: K'aur and S'yen are fighting. :{ Roquath said with perhaps too much excitement. }: My marks are on S'yen.:{

**You don't have any marks, you dingus.** E'kavas answered sharply. He'd heard the commotion start but not what was happening, and he quickly excused himself from talking with a newly sixteen-turn old wingrider that was no worse for the wear with a few minor threadscores on his green's flank to move through the crowd of ash-covered dragons and riders.

"Hey, knock it off!" He shouted over the ruckus, but neither boy seemed to hear nor understand outside of each other. Well.

Without any other options, he grabbed S'yen roughly around the middle and hauled him away. S’yen let out an outraged shout and tried to pound E’kavas on the back. “Let me go!”

As E’kavas dragged S’yen away, I’serin arrived to intercept K’aur. “Explain yourself,” he asked sharply of the brownrider.

K’aur spun toward the voice on pure instinct-- that same stupid, reckless instinct that had gotten him into this mess to begin with. He was still riding the high of the fight, breath ragged, adrenaline flooding every limb. So when the sharp voice clamped down on his arm and I'serin's sharp voice cut through the haze, K’aur reacted before the words even registered.

He jerked his arm back and swung.

The punch hit the Weyrleader of Dragonsfall Weyr square in the jaw.

Stumbling back, I’serin quickly assured Aluneth that he was alright, though he was stunned that he had been punched! How…dare? No, that was not the correct emotional response. Neither was returning the physical favor. I’serin rubbed his mouth as he rifled through all of the ways he _should_ act, while also trying to rapidly tuck away the shock he felt. His expression flickered back up to K’aur, dark confusion written over his face.

K’aur stood there, arm still half-raised, as if his body hadn’t caught up to what he’d just done. His breath came hard. And K’aur, for the first time in minutes, actually saw. The Weyrleader. Shit.

K’aur’s face drained. Before he could speak-- before his mind could fully catch up with the gravity of what he'd done, E'kavas, still restraining a fuming S’yen, looked back at the scene, saw I’serin clutching his jaw, stunned, and K’aur standing pale, frozen in horror.

And E’kavas did not hesitate like I'serin did. "Enough." He snapped, his voice razor-sharp as he set S'yen down. "My office, now. The both of you."

S’yen angrily shrugged off E’kavas, straightened his jacket while glaring at a K’aur that did not see it, but listened to the Wingsecond. He let out a string of curses under his breath as he left.

K'aur didn't move at first. His feet felt nailed to the ground, his stomach twisting sharply around itself. He wanted nothing more than to vanish /between/ forever.

"Now, K'aur." E'kavas barked again, and the brownrider jolted back into action. He swallowed hard and nodded once, stiffly, before following after S'yen.

E’kavas lingered a moment, glancing back to I’serin. “You good?”

The Weyrleader of Dragonsfall Weyr was most definitely not okay, though he was recovering some semblance of composure. He rubbed his jaw tenderly. “I…will be,” he answered slowly. “Let me know if I need to further…intervene.” But he felt that E’kavas would have it in hand. Certainly better than I’serin could.

"I have it." E'kavas said. He lingered a little longer, giving the boys space to compose themselves in the silent trek to his office. Still, he found himself saying, "This is exactly why children shouldn't be in the fighting wings."

I’serin, still reviewing everything that had occurred in the last minute, had no answer to that.

Last updated on the December 20th 2025

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