Zopf coughs and sputters, trying in vain to expel the blood from his mouth. He barely even notices her steal his hunting knife straight from the sheath.
"You - you killed the boy from 1?" His voice is muffled but the shock and the fear come through loud and clear all the same. Oh my god. She tricked him. Sullivan tricked him. His mentor never meant for him to make it through this alive. He feels bile in his throat.
He struggles to wrench his wounded leg free of the log. It's too little, too late, though. His own knife gets sunk deep into his thigh, and the new pain's no less sharp or immediate than any other had been. He gasps, chokes back a scream, and sputters anew.
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Date: 2013-07-16 07:31 am (UTC)"You - you killed the boy from 1?" His voice is muffled but the shock and the fear come through loud and clear all the same. Oh my god. She tricked him. Sullivan tricked him. His mentor never meant for him to make it through this alive. He feels bile in his throat.
He struggles to wrench his wounded leg free of the log. It's too little, too late, though. His own knife gets sunk deep into his thigh, and the new pain's no less sharp or immediate than any other had been. He gasps, chokes back a scream, and sputters anew.