Ah, yes, well that did it.
A swift, fell kick to his already ailing features was effective in quieting his hysterics for a brief moment. Corbin was not a man t swear—quite an improper manner of speech, a deign to his upstanding and noble decorum—but this blow had drawn forth a shrill and pained utterance of a familiar, four letter vulgarity to lash from the medic’s tongue when he felt the full extent of pain brought on by the fury of his comrade’s boot.
Well that /fucking/ hurt.
There, he did cringe. He winced and how brow furrowed, his expression twisting to one of regret and growing pain from the doubled agony wracking his cheek and rattling his skull, and the deep punctures finding place piercing his abdomen.
Johannes allowed himself to rag-doll as he was pulled from his coiled mess on the ground to meet Eliza face to face. He grinned, half lidded in his whimsical gaze and quite clearly not entirely there, he grinned— wickedly amused at the chaos he did bring, both in theory and practice.
He could only do to hold back another violent bark of a laugh, if for nothing else, because he was nose to nose with the other medic, and such an outburst would result in an offending spray of blood from where it had already dribbled down his chin.
Internal bleeding - Confirmed. No surprise there— Oh! Back to the ground we go, to swim around in his own puddled pool of crimson on the ruined tile.
His laughter did begin again as a low and rolling chuckle, quiet, and with a distinct lack of enthusiasm that had been showcased only moments prior. He certainly hadn't been expecting mercy on her behalf— perhaps that was guilt? Guilt for lashing out so violently over the use of—though admittedly demeaning, as was his intent—a pet name? Guilt.. remorse.. silly emotions, those.
Or, as it was more likely, at least from his perspective, what prevented his slow demise was his compatriot’s desire to adhere to the contractual obligation /not/ to send comrades on a Respawn holiday. How noble, how kind. Regardless, it was with a dangerous sense of temptation and deviancy that he stored this theory.
"Do extend my deepest apologies to zhe floor, zhen." With that he issued another wet cough prior to letting his head fall, heavy, back to the ground.
For lack of a better phrase, and as ineloquent and figurative as it was, this sucked.
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