@ingloriious Continued from HERE
As the last eruption of flame enveloped the darkened alley, moisture shining off the walls against the licking tendrils of heat, an eerie silence settles. No one dares to move—to breathe—sea green eyes dart to his left to find the soldier still standing, having heeded his warning.
—-‘ Thank you ‘
At this, the hand gripped white knuckled around the handle of his trident ( useless against an enemy he cannot KILL ), relaxes as a MOAN passes through GRITTED TEETH.
Oh, FUCK him—
Head pressed against the cool stone behind him, he slides down the wall into a sitting position, easing his singed calf out in front of him. He hadn’t the slightest idea how bad it was, but it HURT like a MOTHERFUCKER. He had a great pain tolerance and it sure as hell came in handy in times like these, BUT that didn’t mean he was much a fan of the sensation. When he speaks, his voice is CLIPPED,
“ UGH, go find Katniss. I’m hurt. Can’t walk. ”
