"Karis..." Howard's eyes roll back briefly as he searches for the name in his mind. Right, the woman R was going to eat him with. Figures she'd come back for round too. "I hate that bitch."
For a second he struggles against Sherlock, but then he goes still as he starts to piece together that Sherlock isn't here to hurt him. He doesn't protest as the makeshift bandage goes over his head, and while Sherlock does that he takes the pink ninja star and starts to clumsily cut at the other sleeve.
His head is starting to get clearer, clear enough to connect the searing pain in his skull and the vertigo to a head injury, clear enough to worry about the idea of internal bleeding. He curiously holds a hand up over one eye. There's no difference. He's half-blinded.
Awesome. Starting this Arena off right.
And the dots start to connect in another way. There's no innocence in Howard's tone when he asks "did you save me?". Only confusion and surprise and skepticism. Possibly even anger. And the ever-present slur.
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For a second he struggles against Sherlock, but then he goes still as he starts to piece together that Sherlock isn't here to hurt him. He doesn't protest as the makeshift bandage goes over his head, and while Sherlock does that he takes the pink ninja star and starts to clumsily cut at the other sleeve.
His head is starting to get clearer, clear enough to connect the searing pain in his skull and the vertigo to a head injury, clear enough to worry about the idea of internal bleeding. He curiously holds a hand up over one eye. There's no difference. He's half-blinded.
Awesome. Starting this Arena off right.
And the dots start to connect in another way. There's no innocence in Howard's tone when he asks "did you save me?". Only confusion and surprise and skepticism. Possibly even anger. And the ever-present slur.