Zephyr
Ah well shit, so much for keeping this quiet.
You only get a second to turn around before the glint of iron catches your eye and your brain does A Stupid Calculation and you've stepped forward into the path of it, thinking only that you have to keep the idiot child from being hit. And bravo, you succeed! Because instead of hitting the fight-starting moron, the knife cuts into you, slicing neatly down the left side of your face, hitting eyebrow and cheek and mercifully avoiding your eye.
Not that he'd be able to tell over all the blood.
"Fucking hell, son of a Rae-fucked cunt!" The string of expletives likely would have continued, except you have to stop to spit blood out of your mouth. Someone passes you a rag and you press it to your face, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Behind you the attention has shifted away from the would-be brawlers; it is now focused solely on you and the tall man, an uneasy and angry crowd murmuring as they wait for the next move.
You only get a second to turn around before the glint of iron catches your eye and your brain does A Stupid Calculation and you've stepped forward into the path of it, thinking only that you have to keep the idiot child from being hit. And bravo, you succeed! Because instead of hitting the fight-starting moron, the knife cuts into you, slicing neatly down the left side of your face, hitting eyebrow and cheek and mercifully avoiding your eye.
Not that he'd be able to tell over all the blood.
"Fucking hell, son of a Rae-fucked cunt!" The string of expletives likely would have continued, except you have to stop to spit blood out of your mouth. Someone passes you a rag and you press it to your face, trying to staunch the flow of blood. Behind you the attention has shifted away from the would-be brawlers; it is now focused solely on you and the tall man, an uneasy and angry crowd murmuring as they wait for the next move.
never trust a survivor until you find out what he did to stay alive
