He should have, he knew that near immediately. But Clint can't do shit about that now, and he can't waste time dithering as he thinks about regrets. Fuck that, Clint's got better things to do -- like try stubbornly to keep on living.
His arrow rings true, but Clint doesn't waste time watching, can't hear the way Initiate growls and hisses. But he can hear the way he runs after, and Clint most certainly can feel the claws digging deep into his leg. He wasn't out of breath, but it whooshes out of him as soon as Initiate yanks. Clint goes down hard, losing grip on his bow, slamming into the uneven ground even as he tries to twist and cushion his fall. Futile, he knows, but Clint never was one to give up. Instead, he has one arm braced, and one hand scrambling for the spilled contents of his quiver.
Just in time for Initiate's club to land, shattering the bones in his arm with one fell swoop.
Clint screams -- primal, aching, a note he can't stop. But there's metal in his hand, and desperately, he swipes up, arrow primed to gore. Initiate bares his teeth, and Clint bares his right on back, wide eyed and snarling.
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His arrow rings true, but Clint doesn't waste time watching, can't hear the way Initiate growls and hisses. But he can hear the way he runs after, and Clint most certainly can feel the claws digging deep into his leg. He wasn't out of breath, but it whooshes out of him as soon as Initiate yanks. Clint goes down hard, losing grip on his bow, slamming into the uneven ground even as he tries to twist and cushion his fall. Futile, he knows, but Clint never was one to give up. Instead, he has one arm braced, and one hand scrambling for the spilled contents of his quiver.
Just in time for Initiate's club to land, shattering the bones in his arm with one fell swoop.
Clint screams -- primal, aching, a note he can't stop. But there's metal in his hand, and desperately, he swipes up, arrow primed to gore. Initiate bares his teeth, and Clint bares his right on back, wide eyed and snarling.