how do you wanna face it? when the end is so close you can taste it
I don’t quite catch what he means, certainly not in the moment and definitely not in the other fightin’ moments, either.
Especially not when the metal begins to eat my hand. I can feel my eyes growing wide in horror as the metal moves like that. I try to let go, but my hand is captured before I can fully release the baton. An’ then it’s all over from there, really. Whatever Amun does, it’s effective, an’ I can’t seem to stop myself from following the movement’a my hand an’ arm, unless I want to dislocate my shoulder (an’ shocker, I don’t). I end up twistin’ with my back to ‘im an’ know that I’m beat.
“I give!” I yell, my other hand dropping the horn an going up in the air - hopefully before he can get another strike in. I know when I’m beat.
Especially not when the metal begins to eat my hand. I can feel my eyes growing wide in horror as the metal moves like that. I try to let go, but my hand is captured before I can fully release the baton. An’ then it’s all over from there, really. Whatever Amun does, it’s effective, an’ I can’t seem to stop myself from following the movement’a my hand an’ arm, unless I want to dislocate my shoulder (an’ shocker, I don’t). I end up twistin’ with my back to ‘im an’ know that I’m beat.
“I give!” I yell, my other hand dropping the horn an going up in the air - hopefully before he can get another strike in. I know when I’m beat.
