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05-23-2011, 08:32 AM | #11 |
Emocat
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What.
The. Fuck. Kohana repeated this mantra several times in his head, following close behind Diana. He'd abandoned trying to keep pressure on his wound; it was becoming increasingly difficult to run with a hand clapped over his shoulder. He experimentally flexed the fingers on the arm affected by that shallow cut; still moving, which meant he wasn't in deep shit just yet. That didn't mean things could get easier though, did it? No. Of course not! Several figures appeared in the path they'd been taking, and the wolf-boy could only snarl halfheartedly in response. "And of course I have a plan! I always have a plan! Everything that has happened in this battle since we first began has been according to my design!" She raised a triumphant fist, the camera bangle dangling from her wrist glinting with ominous light. "Though I did not expect those guys," she continued, looking ahead to where their path took a sharp right. "Really? I thought this was absolutely normal by this point. At least tell me you aren't surprised." Regardless, the pair surged forward, undaunted by the incoming hail of fine eatery. Kohana, despite bleeding from the shoulder still, managed to feint to the side, breaking away from Diana and using the wall to pass over the group that had been obstructing their path. He ran up the side and, as gravity reminded him it was still annoyingly in effect, he pushed away with his legs and landed next to the redhead just as she shouted something about forgiving him and his cousin. "City girl, if we make it out of this alive, I promise I'll give you whatever interview you like." He glances over his shoulder to make sure Hie is still following, and sprinted right behind the camera girl. |
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