She's much too fast for him to find an opportunity to get back on his feet. He barely has time to roll into his side before she's on him again, and then the priority becomes all about holding onto the caskets for as long as he's physically able.
With all the adrenaline, he doesn't really feel it, at first, when her blade slips between the gap in his armor to puncture his side. There's a sting, like a pinch, and then there's heat. He notices the weakness in his arm before he figures out what's happened, the domino effect of failing muscles.
That's a cleaner stab than he's used to. Usually it's talons, and usually they take out a lot more of him. But then, on those usual occasions, he wakes up.
He's not waking up from this.
"You'll have to kill me," he tells her, breathless but strangely calm. As far as Ronan's concerned, he's a dead man if this mission fails, anyway. He can feel one of the caskets slipping from the pack, where he's losing his grip, which only makes him hold tighter to the others with his good side.
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With all the adrenaline, he doesn't really feel it, at first, when her blade slips between the gap in his armor to puncture his side. There's a sting, like a pinch, and then there's heat. He notices the weakness in his arm before he figures out what's happened, the domino effect of failing muscles.
That's a cleaner stab than he's used to. Usually it's talons, and usually they take out a lot more of him. But then, on those usual occasions, he wakes up.
He's not waking up from this.
"You'll have to kill me," he tells her, breathless but strangely calm. As far as Ronan's concerned, he's a dead man if this mission fails, anyway. He can feel one of the caskets slipping from the pack, where he's losing his grip, which only makes him hold tighter to the others with his good side.