Title: the brittle strength of bones
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Milton.
Warnings: spoilers for "The First David Job", 1.12
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Point of view: third
He's gone so long without losing that he's gotten cocky. He's caught off-guard and the guy is good—pretty damn good. Eliot doesn't have a chance to catch his breath; the fucker just keeps coming and coming and coming—finally, Eliot throws him off and he pauses, panting, and demands, "Why won't you go down?"
And that's his mistake. Eliot's hurt and tired, but he's nowhere near beaten, and he would never give his opponent time to rest.
So Eliot smirks, blood on his lips, and puts him down. He's taken his measure of the guy, and that little break was enough.
He had gotten cocky, yeah, but he learns from his mistakes, and there's a reason he's the best.
