Nuh-no. No-no. He's not going to die here. He's not going to die- period! Live forever or die trying, that's the good doctor's motto! Well, now it was.
Funny how quickly everything changes-- but. But nevermind. It's not about thinking, right now. It's about reactions and luck. And he already let slip the chance to get the spear and chuck it out of reach so he really shouldn't keep his eyes on it. A spear! Where the hell did these people get something like that? He can't tell much about the woman -other than the fact that she was mad in the insane kind of way, not the angry kind of way he was- but he figures it doesn't matter. And it's a really strange way to think. And he doesn't think he can pull it off for longer than absolutely necessary. The woman's hands reach around her back and he crouches low and shuffles back. Back, like it's the only direction he should know in his damn life. Away. Away is a good place.
Always has been.
"Yeah, you know, you're pretty spr-"
Shut up, Hawkeye, and move. The woman's charging again. She has her little shank, not the big one, in hand.
So Hawkeye thinks.
And turns his back and holds his hands out and sprints through the first two or three trees. Barrels though. Lets the terror move him. Then he ducks behind the next. "--for your age!" She had a limp. Damn.
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Funny how quickly everything changes-- but. But nevermind. It's not about thinking, right now. It's about reactions and luck. And he already let slip the chance to get the spear and chuck it out of reach so he really shouldn't keep his eyes on it. A spear! Where the hell did these people get something like that? He can't tell much about the woman -other than the fact that she was mad in the insane kind of way, not the angry kind of way he was- but he figures it doesn't matter. And it's a really strange way to think. And he doesn't think he can pull it off for longer than absolutely necessary. The woman's hands reach around her back and he crouches low and shuffles back. Back, like it's the only direction he should know in his damn life. Away. Away is a good place.
Always has been.
"Yeah, you know, you're pretty spr-"
Shut up, Hawkeye, and move. The woman's charging again. She has her little shank, not the big one, in hand.
So Hawkeye thinks.
And turns his back and holds his hands out and sprints through the first two or three trees. Barrels though. Lets the terror move him. Then he ducks behind the next. "--for your age!" She had a limp. Damn.
Damn.