@giraffeiisms / continued from [x]
Ellie was no stranger to taking hits, hell in the past she would have bragged that she could take them like a man, but a lead pipe to the head multiple times was a time that she could admit defeat. At least this time, despite the blood running down her face, she had only chipped her tooth.
"You know what Joel? That sounds awesome." She mumbled, eyes remaining closed to fight the swimming room. "You got him right? Like I'm not gonna open my eyes to your ass stabbed... right?" The worry was obvious in her voice, but all she could do was keep her lunch down.
"Yeah -- I got him." That was .... something of an understatement. That same said lead pipe dropped with a dull thunk onto the floor next to what was left of the guy's head; calling the sight reminiscent of a poorly attempt at one of those junior high 'drop the egg off the roof' experiments was being ... generous. Joel twisted his fingers against the dark cloth of his jeans in an attempt to get the worst of the blood and bits off of his hands as he closed the distance to where Ellie was collapsed on the floor.
"Guess it's a good thing you're so thick headed, huh, kiddo?" It was an attempt at humor that he didn't feel, guilt and anxiety twisting in his chest as he tried to get a better look at the source of the blood winding down her face. "He get you anywhere else?" Sliding his pack off his shoulders, he pulled one of the clean rags from the side pouch, dabbing carefully at the blood on her face before easing it up to press against her temple.