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Quaritch lifts a hand to push, to claw, to do something, but all he does is sink it into a fistful of Jake’s hair and slide it down his neck. When Jake finally lets him go, he’s dizzy, gagging on the mix of their spit and his own blood.
“You done?” Jake asks, and Quaritch can hear that he’s breathless too, and he turns his head as much as he can under Jake’s heavy hand. Sully’s gazing down at him, one eye dark with a broken blood vessel, and his lips are parted just enough for Quaritch to see the blood smeared over Jake’s teeth and coating his mouth and chin. His blood. God, Sully looks good like this. The fighter Quaritch always knew he was.
“I asked if you were fucking done.”
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Quaritch follows Jake Sully into the ruins of Hell's Gate, confident he has him cornered. He doesn't count on the tables turning.