(his eyes dart from spock, monstrous green, not himself, in any shape or form. jim, himself, but unequivocally not in his best self, with all considered... and gwen. the guilt makes it nearly impossible to look at her long, his eyes meeting the floor for a longer beat.
defeat never looked great on him, and he might wallow on it for a moment, two, but he never really gives up. with spock now focused on jim, a chance, however fickle it may be, presents. all is strength goes to his legs, a sweeping kick with all the force he may muster, an attempt to cause imbalance in his posture, enough for the others to act.)
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defeat never looked great on him, and he might wallow on it for a moment, two, but he never really gives up. with spock now focused on jim, a chance, however fickle it may be, presents. all is strength goes to his legs, a sweeping kick with all the force he may muster, an attempt to cause imbalance in his posture, enough for the others to act.)