Catch these hands, scrub! (Felix/October AH)

Felix scrambled backwards back onto his feet, scooting his ass along the floor. Being naked seemed rather embarrassing, but in a fight, there was no time to worry about such things. Fighting naked had never been a dream of his, but at least he could cross it off of his bucket list. As Aaron came in to strike, it became obvious to Felix he couldn't fight this man. His legs shaking from the sheer exertion of standing up beyond his limits.

His arms felt like lead, barely able to lift them, much less use them to throw a punch. Still he grinned as Aaron attacked, turning to his left so the punch would fly by so close it brushed the tip of his nose. The small contact making his eyes tear up. On the outside his movements seemed nonchalant, as if he weren't trying. But on the inside, it was all he could do not to fall over flat on his face. Still he taunted his opponent. "C'mon Aaron. You can do better than that. Then again you're great at beating up cripples."  He referenced back to their first meeting, when Leon was still in a cast, and now that Felix was naked, it was as if he was cripple too in his own way. 

Felix snorted at Aaron's retort, this guy was pretty okay when he wasn't beating the ever loving shit out of you. "Ha! Don't worry it grows on you.", he responded, a sly grin on his face.

Felix saw the backhand coming, but there was nothing he could do, unable to step away, or even think about ducking under it, the back of Aaron's knuckles came into contact with his face, his head explosively snapping to the side, his body following it. His feet left the ground as he came careening into the opposite wall, before slumping over barely conscious. This situation would have been funny if he had pants on, but instead it was absolutely hilarious. He laughed, his consciousness fading, "Fuck are . . . my pants . . . at."