I will never be too afraid to bleed, giving all of me
"I'm good!" he answers, looking anything but as he does a poor man's attempt at bobbing for apples, known as find your fucking weapon in the murk. He shakes his hand that had been in charge of the chakram, the tingling sensation localized to his fingers where he'd been struck, his other hand seemingly fine as it slides through the silt. "You??" He spares a glance up, especially when Sol's distant roar thunders over, and he's surprised to see Zavien sagging against the hedges.
"Uh, them?" Kaisel glances around, just then finding the hard edge of his chakram with a vicious little greeting. He flattens his palm, grabbing hold of the safe edge and withdrawing it, only faintly nicked in the process. "How many was there? I didn't even see what the hell it was, did you?" Or, he did, but he doesn't really want to say aloud that a plant just kinda kicked both their asses.
"...It was the hedges, right?" He peers with a fresh wariness at them as he rises to his full height, brushing off his weapon and dirtied hand on his pants. "My hand feels funny." He keeps shaking the numb one, as if all it's done is fall asleep and needs to be awoken.
"Uh, them?" Kaisel glances around, just then finding the hard edge of his chakram with a vicious little greeting. He flattens his palm, grabbing hold of the safe edge and withdrawing it, only faintly nicked in the process. "How many was there? I didn't even see what the hell it was, did you?" Or, he did, but he doesn't really want to say aloud that a plant just kinda kicked both their asses.
"...It was the hedges, right?" He peers with a fresh wariness at them as he rises to his full height, brushing off his weapon and dirtied hand on his pants. "My hand feels funny." He keeps shaking the numb one, as if all it's done is fall asleep and needs to be awoken.
Kaisel
I'll be more than just a fable, I'll be written in the stars
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
