No more breaks. No more breaking. He's not five sweeps old anymore he's not a motherfucking amateur.
But gods does it hurt anyway when he swings himself and his body lands on pavement beside the boy. Pain sings along his broken leg, just like it did so long ago, but he couldn't stop then and he ain't stopping now. So for all it twists his face up he gets right back to holding that chain, pulling both ends tight in one hand now.
The with the other hand, he tries gripping that stone head, pulling it up and forcing it back down. He's a highblood. He's got strength to crush metal like it's a bunch of sweetbugs, at least without no capitol intervention. He doesn't know if there's a pan inside there what ain't just more rock, but he hopes there is and he hope that when all he smashes the motherfucker's head to pavement, getting a crack going, it's his own casings what flick that off switch. It's the only way to be sure when he don't even know if this one's head could even come off.
If that all don't kill him, he ain't know what will.
Re: Orc
But gods does it hurt anyway when he swings himself and his body lands on pavement beside the boy. Pain sings along his broken leg, just like it did so long ago, but he couldn't stop then and he ain't stopping now. So for all it twists his face up he gets right back to holding that chain, pulling both ends tight in one hand now.
The with the other hand, he tries gripping that stone head, pulling it up and forcing it back down. He's a highblood. He's got strength to crush metal like it's a bunch of sweetbugs, at least without no capitol intervention. He doesn't know if there's a pan inside there what ain't just more rock, but he hopes there is and he hope that when all he smashes the motherfucker's head to pavement, getting a crack going, it's his own casings what flick that off switch. It's the only way to be sure when he don't even know if this one's head could even come off.
If that all don't kill him, he ain't know what will.