01-16-2008, 10:28 PM
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as they thank the lord — the blind can't see Even though he would never be made to see his mistakes, his miscalculations and his flaws, Andre knew he was boned the minute he missed and toppled to the sands. He had just barely picked himself back up when the heavy skull swung into his neck, knocking all of the wind immediately from his lungs and forcing him to the ground once more. The boy wheezed, fighting for oxygen as he blearily watched Arkham run off; he couldn't help but sneer, even through his own peril. Fucking fool. That meant he'd won, at least. The bigger issue, at this point, was Gabriel. Had he been able to shift, he would've made some fairly foul gestures, which would likely provoke the older hybrid into coming for him once more, but the most he could do was flatten his ears and snarl a challenge. If he was going to have the shit beat out of him, he'd rather it be done while he struck back than while he turned tail to run. An act of cowardice he would never stoop to. |