Lol, thanks! He's still a bit of a work in progress. xD SSWM: 438
His head was filled with a great rush of adrenaline, excitement and victory surging over him. While it hadn't been a true victory, Kesho still felt his blood boiling, and the thrill of having struck fear into the woman. He did not look back until he heard her yell after him,--"Coward!"-- and a snarl on his face returned her words. Even from a distance he could see that her leg was red and bleeding from where his teeth had made happy contact with her flesh. At least he did some damage.
Kesho had not seen her throw the dagger, but when he looked back again to be sure of his advantage, he saw it fly at him. He did not have enough time to anticipate it, and so it struck his right flank, leaving a nice, deep gash that gushed freely as he ran. The Hastati barely flinched at the damage, but gave a guttural, vicious snarl, to the ivory woman. How dare she pull such a stunt! Oh, she would pay.
Crimson eyes searched the ground as he ran, slowing down just slightly, trying to find the glinting hilt of the weapon she had thrown. If he could find it, he would take it. It would be an adequate prize for his victory. His eyes did not meet it's shine, however, and begrudgingly he increased his speed once more. He would have his revenge on that woman for this injury, one day.
Anger rose again in his eyes and those dark red orbs blazed, willing himself not to return and give the woman a real taste of him, now that she was outside of her own borders. He growled in frustration and took off once more, feet racing as fast as they could, the gushing wound on his leg protesting with each step, but the man ignored it.
His only goal now was to find a resting place, far from the woman's searching eyes and angry fists. She would not be able to travel far, though, thankfully, and so he continued, leg pulsing and searing with pain as his hard, cold eyes stared ahead.
The old man was far from Inferni now, and was determined to press onward, attempting to make at least a good portion of the journey before the injury took it's toll on him and he was forced to stop.
Despite his rage and the fresh wound, Kesho's face filled with a grin, knowing that he could still perform as well as he had so many years ago. It might not last long, but for now, that was enough.
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