@imperial-rabbit:
“Who says I am y-you p-p-p-piece of shit? I’m functioning just fine.”
That was a lie of course, the grey rabbit had been injured by trying to overload something to improve combat effectiveness by 100 percent. The result of course was that O’hare was hurt and starting to show off metal and bone that rested inside him. The right eye socket could clearly be seen no longer having flesh around it, just metal that had kept it still hanging there for all this time.
The rabbit looked like a mess and he was being stubborn about the facts. He wanted to refuse any sort of sign of being scared of his current physical state.
O’Hare was far from functioning fine, and he knew it. That rabbit was just too stubborn to admit it. Perfect. This would have been an entirely different story, had he actually been able to enjoy seeing his enemy like that. But for whatever reason, the sight actually had him concerned. O’Hare was in pretty rough shape.
He approached slowly, making sure to holster his gun and raise his hands as he did, just to show that he wasn’t about to try any tricks.
“You need a doctor or… mechanic, or something.”
