He saw that leaning towards him, that indecision regarding a knife and whether to draw it. Like hell he was going to tell Daryl if he was in pain or not. Incidentally, he was, battling a splitting headache that only piqued his anxiety and put him on the defense.
He should never have saved his human. Why did he always have to go and get himself into trouble on account of his humanitarian tendencies? Psii didn't even have a word for 'humanitarian.' Being troll-like just meant being tougher and stronger than his enemies. There was no word for believing that leaving someone behind was the same cruel act as culling, unless one counted 'wimp' or 'pushover.'
He unslung the short spear from his back, little more than a sharp bit of junkyard metal tied to a shitty stick. He didn't brandish it quite so expertly, but a tall, horned, fanged troll with a spear made a point. He clutched the mask with his other wet, sand-covered hand as a second threat.
sand in Daryl's buttcrack is a mental image i did not expect to have
He saw that leaning towards him, that indecision regarding a knife and whether to draw it. Like hell he was going to tell Daryl if he was in pain or not. Incidentally, he was, battling a splitting headache that only piqued his anxiety and put him on the defense.
He should never have saved his human. Why did he always have to go and get himself into trouble on account of his humanitarian tendencies? Psii didn't even have a word for 'humanitarian.' Being troll-like just meant being tougher and stronger than his enemies. There was no word for believing that leaving someone behind was the same cruel act as culling, unless one counted 'wimp' or 'pushover.'
He unslung the short spear from his back, little more than a sharp bit of junkyard metal tied to a shitty stick. He didn't brandish it quite so expertly, but a tall, horned, fanged troll with a spear made a point. He clutched the mask with his other wet, sand-covered hand as a second threat.
"I'll inthinerate you if I have to!"