[ gasps as she's hit, and he doesn't hear any of this—he doesn't hear it at all, but he doesn't want to fight. he wants to run, honestly, and the knife in his hands feels like a heavy, heavy weight.
whimpers, a little pitifully, and tries to pull himself up, to stand so that he isn't going to be kicked again at least ]
[while rude noses are bullying these shrimps, Maya's going to try to tug Damian behind her again. She sees that gun and she can put two and two together easily enough, but right now, her priority is--]
Run, get out of here! Save yourself!
[To Theseus. She doesn't even realize she's giving an order because all she can think about is getting him to safety. Somehow.]
the thing is, he's very familiar with guns now. given that he just had to handle one earlier, he's somewhat aware of how powerful they are, how intimidating. the sort of damage they could do. he's seen it. he's been afraid of it.
but it's not to him. it's not pointed to him at all, and a part of him wonders if it's because he's a child, so small, not even worth a bullet, weak without one anyway, he's so weak, he's so incredibly weak, he can't protect arachne, he can't even take vengeance for arachne, he can't protect himself, and now, he can't protect this girl who's trying to protect him somehow, even though he's a stranger—even though she could run, she's not, and now she's got the barrel pointed to her and ]
[ and he doesn't hear her, or rather, he hears something very muffled, faint, but it's not registering. what's louder is the snap inside of him, something breaking, and he moves—he shifts the knife back, twists himself, swinging his arm back as he tries to stab at caracal's arm, or better, her shoulder—while also trying to push off the ground as hard and as fast as he can, try to push her, get her to miss if she shoots ]
eyes flash—don't think she doesn't see him coming—and she twists at the last second so the knife does little but cut through fabric. gun goes off, too, bullet ricocheting off the floor beside Maya's ear. too close. ]
Huh. You really wanna make this hard.
[ this time she just throws a punch square at his face ]
[AGAIN! Why isn't he running? Why is he trying to fight? He's just a little kid!]
[Anyway, she's going to take action too, trying to tackle Caracal now and throw off the punch. Once again, not particularly effective, but hey, that isn't going to stop her from trying]
[ SORRY EVENINGSTAR HE LITERALLY CANNOT HEAR YOU RIGHT NOW. the only thing he can hear is the blood thudding in his ears and he can feel the pills shaking around in his pocket and he's
shifting, he can see her dodge and in his bones he wants to run, but there's something else, he wants to fight—but she's so much bigger than him and besides that she's got a gun and he's got a knife and he isn't good enough, he' not good enough, the strange girl is helping him again and it's because he's not good enough
(it'll help him, right? it's medication, it must be bad, but if it'll help him then he'll do it, he'll do whatever it takes)
he doesn't bother to look at the UPPER label, doesn't bother to take note that he's taking two and not one—time is of the essence. he just hopes this works.
[ —grabs onto eveningstar to pull her away, yank her back with all the strength that he has, and at the same time, go after caracal with the knife. because she's not going to stop. she's obviously not going to stop. therefore, he needs to stop her, before she kills him. before she kills her. ]
[ somehow, this feels right. he doesn't really question the bubbling feeling, he doesn't question the speed, he just knows it works and he's grateful for it. it feels familiar. it doesn't burn anymore and he wonders, just why he was scared of that gun in the first place? why was he so scared of the knife? why was he so scared of fighting? why did he try to run? running doesn't do anything, not here.
she's still firing the gun. in other words, trying to kill him (her). trying to murder. in other words, it's alright to fight her. it's right. it's correct. it's the right thing to do, he wants to do it, he has to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it
it's a quick decision; he doesn't need the blade. he doesn't need any weapons, per se, he just needs to kill her. vulnerable spots—her ears, eyes, face, mouth, skull.
discard the knife, jump kick her in the gut with his left leg, grab her arm while he's still in the air and scale her, she's tall and has the height advantage but he's small and light and his fingers are small and thin and at the speed they're going, it's enough, if he digs into her eyes then he can blind her, reach her brainmeat and skull, tear her apart. he can't hear anything but his own screaming as he moves, the battle cry that tears out of his throat. ]
[Well, she's successfully pulled back as this goes down, and for a second she can only stare in horror as this small boy goes from being terrified to homicidal in 0.2 seconds.]
[And after Caracal goes down, hard, and he starts wailing on her, and then goes for the eyes-- she's going to grab him and try to pull him back, try to restrain him and stop the maiming]
Hey! That's enough! You already got her! She's not going to hurt you!
[ her motions suddenly and visibly sluggish by comparison, no time to react, to block, avoid. there's pain and adrenaline, Wolfwood's voice ratcheting up to something awful when she snarls and screams, dropping the gun so she can protect her eyes, try to protect them, and even as Maya starts pulling at Theseus as he claws for her eyes, she— ]
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whimpers, a little pitifully, and tries to pull himself up, to stand so that he isn't going to be kicked again at least ]
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Wolfwood crouches down, hand planted on Theseus' back to shove him down again atop Maya. ]
If you do...
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Maybe I'll show you both a little mercy.
[ of the quick kind ]
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Run, get out of here! Save yourself!
[To Theseus. She doesn't even realize she's giving an order because all she can think about is getting him to safety. Somehow.]
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the thing is, he's very familiar with guns now. given that he just had to handle one earlier, he's somewhat aware of how powerful they are, how intimidating. the sort of damage they could do. he's seen it. he's been afraid of it.
but it's not to him. it's not pointed to him at all, and a part of him wonders if it's because he's a child, so small, not even worth a bullet, weak without one anyway, he's so weak, he's so incredibly weak, he can't protect arachne, he can't even take vengeance for arachne, he can't protect himself, and now, he can't protect this girl who's trying to protect him somehow, even though he's a stranger—even though she could run, she's not, and now she's got the barrel pointed to her and ]
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eyes flash—don't think she doesn't see him coming—and she twists at the last second so the knife does little but cut through fabric. gun goes off, too, bullet ricocheting off the floor beside Maya's ear. too close. ]
Huh. You really wanna make this hard.
[ this time she just throws a punch square at his face ]
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[AGAIN! Why isn't he running? Why is he trying to fight? He's just a little kid!]
[Anyway, she's going to take action too, trying to tackle Caracal now and throw off the punch. Once again, not particularly effective, but hey, that isn't going to stop her from trying]
Leave him alone!
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shifting, he can see her dodge and in his bones he wants to run, but there's something else, he wants to fight—but she's so much bigger than him and besides that she's got a gun and he's got a knife and he isn't good enough, he' not good enough, the strange girl is helping him again and it's because he's not good enough
(it'll help him, right? it's medication, it must be bad, but if it'll help him then he'll do it, he'll do whatever it takes)
he doesn't bother to look at the UPPER label, doesn't bother to take note that he's taking two and not one—time is of the essence. he just hopes this works.
he takes it down, and— ]
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you are now affected by a HOMICIDAL RAGE that wasn't there earlier ]
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another gunshot, her free hand flying up on instinct to catch him by the blade. ]
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she's still firing the gun. in other words, trying to kill him (her). trying to murder. in other words, it's alright to fight her. it's right. it's correct. it's the right thing to do, he wants to do it, he has to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it, he's going to do it
it's a quick decision; he doesn't need the blade. he doesn't need any weapons, per se, he just needs to kill her. vulnerable spots—her ears, eyes, face, mouth, skull.
discard the knife, jump kick her in the gut with his left leg, grab her arm while he's still in the air and scale her, she's tall and has the height advantage but he's small and light and his fingers are small and thin and at the speed they're going, it's enough, if he digs into her eyes then he can blind her, reach her brainmeat and skull, tear her apart. he can't hear anything but his own screaming as he moves, the battle cry that tears out of his throat. ]
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[And after Caracal goes down, hard, and he starts wailing on her, and then goes for the eyes-- she's going to grab him and try to pull him back, try to restrain him and stop the maiming]
Hey! That's enough! You already got her! She's not going to hurt you!
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the door leading out is now open ]