Walk This Way [Open]
Mar 19, 2014 20:38:33 GMT -6
Post by Derick on Mar 19, 2014 20:38:33 GMT -6
Derick resisted the urge watch the skirmish as Jason slowly drew steel. Instead, he tore off the boot on his good leg and fished out the bottle of vulnerary that had been pressing into his leg. Unbroken, thank goodness![/u] Derick spared the bottle a glance, then tore the stopper out with his teeth. The medical liquid soaked into Derick's split-open thigh before he even realized he had just used the last of the medicine. "Curses!" the cry came out in a rush of breath, no need to draw attention to himself. Left alone, the wound would have healed, but Derick wanted full use of his leg right now. If anything, I should have done this before we came in.
The thought was punctuated with silence, the fight was over. Fearing the worst, Derick balled his fists and rose suddenly, hoping to take the militia man who had killed Jason by surprise. "Jason?!" Derick's cheeks reddened as his tone betrayed his surprise. The militia man lay sprawled on his back before Jason, a groan escaping the man's lips interrupted Derick's assumption that he was dead. Derick averted his eyes from the spreading blood quickly as he felt a longing deep in his chest. I can't lose it, n-not here... "C-come on.." Derick stared at Jason, who was now nursing his own gash through his leg. "W-we n-n-need to get out of h-here!" Derick walked toward Jason, grabbing him by the shoulder. Don't go crazy...not here "P-put some vulnerary on that or h-h-hold on! W-we're making a run for it.[/i] Derick smiled crookedly as he backed away from Jason, toward the exit into the city streets. Derick scarcely noticed the ferocious kick he aimed at the downed soldier's ribs as he walked past. "L-let's move!" Derick grabbed Jason's arm and started to run. Time to be done with this crazy village and these infuriating battles! Derick's battle-lust was hot in his blood, it was time to go.
The thought was punctuated with silence, the fight was over. Fearing the worst, Derick balled his fists and rose suddenly, hoping to take the militia man who had killed Jason by surprise. "Jason?!" Derick's cheeks reddened as his tone betrayed his surprise. The militia man lay sprawled on his back before Jason, a groan escaping the man's lips interrupted Derick's assumption that he was dead. Derick averted his eyes from the spreading blood quickly as he felt a longing deep in his chest. I can't lose it, n-not here... "C-come on.." Derick stared at Jason, who was now nursing his own gash through his leg. "W-we n-n-need to get out of h-here!" Derick walked toward Jason, grabbing him by the shoulder. Don't go crazy...not here "P-put some vulnerary on that or h-h-hold on! W-we're making a run for it.[/i] Derick smiled crookedly as he backed away from Jason, toward the exit into the city streets. Derick scarcely noticed the ferocious kick he aimed at the downed soldier's ribs as he walked past. "L-let's move!" Derick grabbed Jason's arm and started to run. Time to be done with this crazy village and these infuriating battles! Derick's battle-lust was hot in his blood, it was time to go.