Primeval drabble: Against A Tricky Foe
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knitekatTitle: Against A Tricky Foe
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: Jon Lyle, OC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Lyle belongs to Fred. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 354: Flu Season. Part 45 of my Strange Bedfellows drabble series.
Lyle understood Lester's warning once he saw his opponent – he looked like he'd be blown over in a breeze. It was another trick, one he needed to figure out if he'd any hope of winning this wrestling match.
His arms shook as soon as he grasped the man and he felt so bloody weak... ah. He realised he needed to end this before he collapsed and took a chance, coaxing his opponent to over extend and then Lyle was twisting and bending and falling...
He felt terrible but still managed to grin at Lester from his position straddling his opponent.
Author: knitekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: Jon Lyle, OC
Rating: 12
Disclaimer: Primeval belongs to Impossible Pictures. Certainly not me. Lyle belongs to Fred. Writing for fun and will replace.
A/N: For the P100 challenge 354: Flu Season. Part 45 of my Strange Bedfellows drabble series.
Lyle understood Lester's warning once he saw his opponent – he looked like he'd be blown over in a breeze. It was another trick, one he needed to figure out if he'd any hope of winning this wrestling match.
His arms shook as soon as he grasped the man and he felt so bloody weak... ah. He realised he needed to end this before he collapsed and took a chance, coaxing his opponent to over extend and then Lyle was twisting and bending and falling...
He felt terrible but still managed to grin at Lester from his position straddling his opponent.
