In hindsight he should have expected for the blow to not do anything, but at the same time it's a useful weapon to have at his advantage even if it wouldn't do any real damage. That had... been somewhat the point as he wasn't out to kill him, of course not, but it could make a useful defense weapon, too. As is evidenced by him using it to block the kick and a few of the blows, not seeming too bothered by the ones that do hit. It'd take more than that to really bother him.
The problem is him hitting the wall and he's hissing to himself with that all too familiar sound of rattling while he drops the mop and attempts to reach out to grab for Blitzø's neck with his hands to maybe get him to stop and dig claws into skin. His tail moves to grab for one of his wrists, hoping to use the momentum of the movement to get the hit to miss or, maybe, dislocate if he was lucky.
Blitzø jerks back but it's not fast enough as Striker gets a grip on his wrist and throat, yanking hard enough that he can feel his balance shift...
So he rolls with it, years of circus training kicking in as he instead moves closer and spins them both, using Striker to break his fall. With any luck he'll get the other imp pinned beneath him and loosen the grip on his throat, although with how hardy they both are, he knows it won't buy him much time.
For as much ranch hand training that Striker has, it absolutely doesn't help him in this particular situation. Especially since he's far more used to using his strength for things than his agility and he actually yelps a bit in surprise as he finds himself on his back. His grip falters for just a moment on his throat, tail remaining tight to have something to cling to, eyes wide for just a moment as he tries to pull his composure back together.
Shit, when's the last time someone actually managed to get him on the ground like this? Been a while, that much he can absolutely say and it's almost impressive. He bares his own teeth at the imp above him, almost taunting in the way he does so, but oddly not pushing him off yet.
His free hand grabs for Striker's throat and Blitzø squeezes as well, matching the pressure around his own neck. He's flushed and panting, equally riled up by the challenge. Sure, he'd had a couple of fights with other inmates here, but it's nothing like imps fighting and it's surprising to realise he's missed that.
Blitzø shifts his weight, making sure it's not quite so easy for Striker to throw him off, and pauses as his thigh presses against the other imp's groin.
Usually he'd fight against the hands squeezing around his throat but those bared teeth switches to him panting in turn, though it probably doesn't come as any surprise to Blitzø that it's absolutely good panting and showing off that forked tongue of his that comes with the territory of his being a hybrid. He keeps his grip on him tight, tail thumping against the ground finally even as he's managing a breathy laugh at the words.
He's not wrong by any stretch of the imagination, even while rolling his hips up to make that point clear. "What can I say?" Nothing is the answer, especially as he's curious as to how much longer the other imp is going to keep that up.
He absolutely should not be considering fucking Striker against the wall or floor during their custodial shift for any number of reasons Blitzø is sure will eventually make themselves known. It's just that his dick is currently drowning them out, as he hopes Striker's is as his tail slides between them to press against where he can feel the other man getting hard.
He shifts his weight more deliberately now, pushing Striker's legs further open with his own as his tail continues rubbing and teasing against him. He's curious as well how far Striker will let him go, and as the other imp pants again, Blitzø tightens his grip on Striker's throat as he grinds his tail hard against his clothed cock.
"Look who's a fucking needy bitch. Bet you'd love me to bend you over right here where anyone could come by~"
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The problem is him hitting the wall and he's hissing to himself with that all too familiar sound of rattling while he drops the mop and attempts to reach out to grab for Blitzø's neck with his hands to maybe get him to stop and dig claws into skin. His tail moves to grab for one of his wrists, hoping to use the momentum of the movement to get the hit to miss or, maybe, dislocate if he was lucky.
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So he rolls with it, years of circus training kicking in as he instead moves closer and spins them both, using Striker to break his fall. With any luck he'll get the other imp pinned beneath him and loosen the grip on his throat, although with how hardy they both are, he knows it won't buy him much time.
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Shit, when's the last time someone actually managed to get him on the ground like this? Been a while, that much he can absolutely say and it's almost impressive. He bares his own teeth at the imp above him, almost taunting in the way he does so, but oddly not pushing him off yet.
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Blitzø shifts his weight, making sure it's not quite so easy for Striker to throw him off, and pauses as his thigh presses against the other imp's groin.
"Hah! Been that fucking long, has it?"
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He's not wrong by any stretch of the imagination, even while rolling his hips up to make that point clear. "What can I say?" Nothing is the answer, especially as he's curious as to how much longer the other imp is going to keep that up.
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He shifts his weight more deliberately now, pushing Striker's legs further open with his own as his tail continues rubbing and teasing against him. He's curious as well how far Striker will let him go, and as the other imp pants again, Blitzø tightens his grip on Striker's throat as he grinds his tail hard against his clothed cock.
"Look who's a fucking needy bitch. Bet you'd love me to bend you over right here where anyone could come by~"