He doesn't have time to dodge, or even to shift so he falls at a better angle—

Something goes pop. Kit goes down with a pained cry, cyborg arm twisted and trapped underneath him by both of their weights. 

"Fuck." 

With his free hand, he claws at Honey's face, aiming for the eyes. 

Honey doesn't bother to try and get his face away. With Kit right here he doesn't really need to see. Instead, he gets a good grip on Kit's leg, uses his other arm to shove himself over off of Kit, planting his feet on the ground and then leaping with stone-shattering force again, pulling Kit up over his shoulder, aiming to slam him into the ceiling of the chamber.

They hit the ceiling with a crack that echoes through the whole cavernous chamber, matched by the second impact when they slam back down to the floor. 

Kit groans wordlessly and tries, without much success, to choke Honey with his metal hand. His other hand scrabbles for a knife. 

Dust falls from the ceiling. Kolya starts edging towards the door, grabbing Ivy by the arm to get her to follow. 

Kit evidently hasn't gotten the message yet, so Honey slows down for a moment, still holding Kit in one hand and disarming him with the other, pulling the knife he'd just drawn out of his hands and whipping it upwards, where he can hear it embed itself in the ceiling.

"You—hey! Fine, have it your way—" 

Kit thrashes in Honey's grip, aiming a kick at his groin and attempting to throttle him with both hands. The way Honey's holding him leaves their heads close enough together that if he leans in, just a little bit...

...he can try to rip Honey's ear off with his teeth. 

Honey's flesh is less yielding than a normal human's, if Kit has experience with biting people's ears off. It bruises, he draws some blood, but the ear doesn't come off.

Honey isn't completely unfazed, but if he's honest with himself, the blood getting in his ear canal is more annoying than the pain itself. Regardless, Honey starts spinning, building up momentum as he prepares to hammer throw Kit into one of the walls.

Kit spits out blood and laughs breathlessly, clinging on with his grip around Honey's neck—which doesn't seem to be doing much good otherwise; apparently Honey doesn't need to breathe as often as normal people, either—

Honey survived for who knows how long drifting through deep space. He can manage being choked.

With a solid pull, Honey separates Kit from his neck. Honey's grip now being the only thing holding the two of them together, he lets go. The two of them fly apart at a significant speed, Honey impacting one wall and Kit the other a second later.

OUCH. Kit is being thrown into so many surfaces today. 

This time, he collapses from the wall to the floor and stays there, groaning, for a second or two. 

That sounds like about long enough for Honey to slam into him as he leaps off of the opposite wall.

Kit's head thuds back against the cavern wall.

He shakes his head to clear it, then bares bloody teeth and goes for Honey's eyes again, trying to jab his metal fingers into the sockets. 

Honey is going to go ahead and grab Kit by the leg again, not minding the blood flowing out of his ruined eye as he rips Kit's metal hand out of his face. Dragging himself and Kit off the wall, he lifts Kit up, then swings him down into the now-pebble-strewn floor.

Ow. 

Kit doesn't even have enough breath left to make a noise about this, never mind anything else. He's limp and unresisting as Honey repeatedly slams him into the ground. 

Honey is satisfied, for the most part, even if he isn't precisely happy.

He's not so rude as to leave Kit behind as he heads back through the catacombs, towards the landing site, but he doesn't feel like doing more than drag Kit along.

"He'll be pissed if you leave that behind," Ashes says as Honey passes them.

They indicate Kit's knife, still stuck in the ceiling and out of reach for anyone who isn't Honey. 

"I am having a hard time caring." He shrugs.

Ashes shrugs back. "Your funeral. Or...not, I guess," they add, raising an eyebrow at Kit's battered and bloody state. 

They turn to head back through the catacombs, lighting up a cigarette. The others are already out of sight somewhere up ahead. 

Honey isn't especially talkative as he starts to really feel the consequences of the fight, and becomes visibly even more exhausted as he treks back to Aurora, looking about ready to curl up on the floor and sleep.

Ashes walks quietly next to him.

When they reach the Aurora, Martin is waiting just inside the airlock, fiddling with a loose bolt on one of his wrists. 

Briar and Cinders are standing together on the ground near the foot of the ramp. Briar looks up as they approach, and whatever she sees has her shifting her weight to put herself in front of Cinders. 

Her eyes go from Honey to Kit and back again. 

Honey unceremoniously drops Kit to the ground. "I'm done with him," he says, giving Briar a dead tired look before stumbling up the ramp and inside.

"—wait. I..." 

She clears her throat. "I'm leaving. To travel with Cinders. I just wanted to say goodbye, and...thanks for helping get me off that moon." 

Honey stops his shamble for a moment and nods back. Or possibly just droops his head in sleep before catching himself, it's not entirely clear. He looks between Briar and Cinders, before continuing inside and promptly setting himself down against a wall and passing out.

When he wakes up, the ship is in motion, the thrum of the engines resonating through his body from every point where he's in contact with the floor or wall. 

There's nobody in sight, but he can smell food from the direction of the kitchen.