ISAR
Arm yourself
The relief was instantaneous, and the moment he was released Isar scrambled back and up on his feet, to catch his breath well out of reach. He cradled the broken arm in a light grip, gently prodding to check how bad it was. Fortunately it wasn't a clean break - probably just a crack - but damn if it didn't hurt like a bitch all the same.
"That was fun," he agreed, baring his teeth in a grin that wasn't quite as sharp as Astaroth's but no less capable of setting aside the pain for the fun in cutting loose. He didn't have to be offered the food twice; leaving the hand where it lay Isar set upon the carcass of the ramphire like he hadn't eaten in years.
It was true, more or less. Certainly he'd never eaten his fill in that long - as made evident by his emaciated figure.
"I appreciate this," he said, between mouthfuls of raw meat. "Is there food around that place - Ground or whatever?" He could do anything for a chance to end the day with a full belly. "Need anything done no others will do? I'd do it."
"That was fun," he agreed, baring his teeth in a grin that wasn't quite as sharp as Astaroth's but no less capable of setting aside the pain for the fun in cutting loose. He didn't have to be offered the food twice; leaving the hand where it lay Isar set upon the carcass of the ramphire like he hadn't eaten in years.
It was true, more or less. Certainly he'd never eaten his fill in that long - as made evident by his emaciated figure.
"I appreciate this," he said, between mouthfuls of raw meat. "Is there food around that place - Ground or whatever?" He could do anything for a chance to end the day with a full belly. "Need anything done no others will do? I'd do it."
Because no one else here will save you
