the wounds are open and bleeding out
It was delicious, the smell of blood on the snow, only serving to further fuel Ronin's blight rage. He had completely forgotten the siren, it was true, bringing up his right hand for a particularly nasty strike at Loren's head. With the Launceleyn beneath him doing so little to defend himself, it was likely that he would simply get bored and stop the assault sooner or later. Or he'd just beat Loren to death - either way.
So the combination of the singing cutting to silence and the rose stem being thrust in the way was, perhaps, a literal lifesaver for the librarian. His strike slowing with his sudden distraction from the siren, it was a glancing blow to Loren at best, and one that opened a long scratch upon his wrist from one of the rose thorns.
Snarling his displeasure and rolling away, Ronin sprung to his feet and angrily tried to shake out the sudden numbness in his hand. "Fuck you Loren," he snapped. Helpful.
So the combination of the singing cutting to silence and the rose stem being thrust in the way was, perhaps, a literal lifesaver for the librarian. His strike slowing with his sudden distraction from the siren, it was a glancing blow to Loren at best, and one that opened a long scratch upon his wrist from one of the rose thorns.
Snarling his displeasure and rolling away, Ronin sprung to his feet and angrily tried to shake out the sudden numbness in his hand. "Fuck you Loren," he snapped. Helpful.
THE
FALLEN STAR
