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With short, ragged breaths, Jonathan carried himself away from the scene of the ALTERCATION. He’d gotten in over his head ( outnumbered and outmatched by those with no love for his work ). Every movement of his form provoked a SEARING pain about his ribs, and he figured at least one had snapped in the fight. Like a wounded ANIMAL, Jonathan stumbled behind a building to collect himself and discovered the presence of another. “Stay away.”
❝I’ve heard that an injured animal when cornered can get a lil fiesty. ❞
Harley does not take heed of his words, instead she steps closer by
a few feet, until she was only a foot or so away.
❝Anyways, I was here first. Huh, yer rather tall. Arent’cha?❞ The blonde states,
as if this were a casual conversation rather than just what it was.