you fuckin' idiot , you weren't supposed to take the hit for me. — the (oc) hunter :3
the insult cracked through the alley like a whip , sharp enough to cut through the ringing in speedwagon’s ears . he spat blood onto the cobblestones, breath coming in short, ragged bursts that fogged in the cold . his fingers tightened around the haft of his sledgehammer, with evidence of his knuckles scraped raw, palms trembling from the force of the blow he’d taken . the turned bastard’s claws had just barely grazed him deep across the ribs, and every inhale burned like hot iron . his mortal life was at stake here!
dust drifted down from the broken brick above, settling on his coat, his curls, the sweat shining along his jaw . the arches of his thick brows hollowing into the caverns of where his eyes were located shine the black beady irises moved to stare at this heavily cladded hunter . still though , robert shot him a half crooked grin . “right then? well,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel dragged over stone, “how rude . i’ll take a thank you as penance instead .”
he staggered a step, sledgehammer dragging a harsh scrape across the ground before he hefted it back up onto his shoulder . “you looked like you were about to get your throat torn out,” he added, wiping his mouth with the back of his cold hand . “figured someone oughta step in before you ended up a stain on the pavement .”
speedwagon jerked his chin toward the corpse dissolving into ash behind them .
