[Isaac steps forward, using the moment to his advantage- and he doesn't see Sophie, not really, he sees Scott, he sees you're just like your father, he sees violent lives and it hurts.
His attack is less precise, more of the brute strength and size that he'd had when he first got here, all wild blows, fueled by anger, by guilt, by loathing of himself and everyone around him. Isaac's teeth are set into a grimace, and by the third blow, he lets out a loud growl of frustration that seems to build in volume with every further punch he throws.
If he hurts her, he'll stop immediately- part of him still knows who she is, what she's doing. But right now, the movement and strain is good for him, even if none of his attacks really connect.]
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His attack is less precise, more of the brute strength and size that he'd had when he first got here, all wild blows, fueled by anger, by guilt, by loathing of himself and everyone around him. Isaac's teeth are set into a grimace, and by the third blow, he lets out a loud growl of frustration that seems to build in volume with every further punch he throws.
If he hurts her, he'll stop immediately- part of him still knows who she is, what she's doing. But right now, the movement and strain is good for him, even if none of his attacks really connect.]