The axe going in was not entirely blinding pain. He's been impaled before. He cut off his own leg. But it doesn't feel no kind of good and it's pulling out doesn't feel no better. He gasps, and the indigo spills from him, from between the cracked bones. He hits the opposing wall and waits for it to be finished, but it's not. Of course.
He had a feeling the kid wasn't a killer. His words prove it. He should focus on that, distract himself from the pain.
He struggles, trying to force himself to stand despite it. He holds one hand up, just before his wound. He coughs and winces and keeps up a growl. He tries lashing out with the other hand but moving it feels like no uncertain hell, especially with the bite.
He brings head up to look at Julian, pain causing a grimace upon him. "WELL?" He says. "The fuck you waiting for?" It could be to kill him, but he's good as dead and the kid doesn't want that weight anyway. "GO!" He snarls. "Get the fuck out of here before your ass gets culled anyway!" Not by him. By the gamemakers. Nevertheless.
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He had a feeling the kid wasn't a killer. His words prove it. He should focus on that, distract himself from the pain.
He struggles, trying to force himself to stand despite it. He holds one hand up, just before his wound. He coughs and winces and keeps up a growl. He tries lashing out with the other hand but moving it feels like no uncertain hell, especially with the bite.
He brings head up to look at Julian, pain causing a grimace upon him. "WELL?" He says. "The fuck you waiting for?" It could be to kill him, but he's good as dead and the kid doesn't want that weight anyway. "GO!" He snarls. "Get the fuck out of here before your ass gets culled anyway!" Not by him. By the gamemakers. Nevertheless.
He takes a hobbling step forward.