and after this can haku get a shot and break/seriously injure his knife hand (left)?
Cassius' heart paused at the moment he hit the ground. The knife was still clenched in his hand, but he didn't think about using it. All he thought about was how fucked he was after he fell to the floor. After only a small moment, his heart was racing, just waiting for it all to go away. For the whole ordeal to be over with, and so he could move on, dead or not. Maybe the beast went away. Maybe the slim chance that the coy-hybrid actually lost the cream male actually came true, and that he was free to go. Free to run back home and tell of his narrow escape. To Gabe or Kae, to anyone who would listen. Maybe they'd call a manhunt, to exterminate the beast and free the world of the scar that the blue eyed monster left in it.
Oh, but he was not let off. Far from it. A crushing weight was thrown upon him in the form of a secui body, which started ripping and digging. at his backside. His skin tore like the frail fabric of his shirt, his blood pooling out and staining the white with a deep crimson. The chocolate demon didn't bother to stop, as he manically cooed to the tortured Southerner. Once he felt the pressure being lifted, he thought the male was done, only to be crushed by even more weight. His back crumbled as he was riddles with pain, crying out with every strike. His eyes had formed tears and they stayed shut, not to even give his assailant the chance to stare into his "toy".
All the hybrid wished for was death now, at the least. He wanted an end to a suffering that seemed unimaginable until he was the victim himself. His violet eyes were stained with tears of suffering and pain, and he wished over and over again that someone, somewhere, could make this all go away, no matter if it happened or not. It was like his worst nightmare, over and over with every excruciating swing he was dealt. He could hear the madman speak again, telling him his blood made his body look good from the outside. He whimpered, his lungs crushed under the weight of the larger male's compact body. "Wh... why..." was all his weak lungs could get out before he came to the point where he could barely breathe.
He tried to look away, but what he saw was a way out. The knife he kept with him, still gripped within his palm, was his ticket away from the demon. His deep purple eyes finally opened with the hope that he could rescue himself from the torture. With all his might, he pushed himself over, hopefully knocking over the secui and beginning to slash away at the male, desperate to cut the skin that stood over his seared flesh. His face was hot with rage and revenge as he attempted to win the upper hand in the situation. His back and shoulders still burned with pain from the initial attack, but he tried his best to ignore it and focus on cutting the male to pieces.