[ The pain overwhelms him for a full minute. He tries not to push his hand against his nose too hard, afraid he'll worsen it. Instead he tries to ignore the throbbing in the middle of his face. His hand falls away so he can get a proper look at Hooded Justice.
That bastard. He grips the gun tightly in his hand, though he never once dares to raise it. It seems almost pointless now. ]
You... [ It's a low growl. Not menacing, but defiant in the face of all this.
He thinks he hates this man. His eyes haven't held such seething anger since the stadium incident.
But he's not going to test his luck tonight. His thoughts quickly trail to Nelson; somewhere, blissfully unaware of what's gone down tonight. He doesn't want to bring this to him. Not yet, anyway. ]
Forget it.
[ The blood keeps coming, but he turns away anyway to see if the man Hooded Justice beat up is still breathing at this point. ]
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That bastard. He grips the gun tightly in his hand, though he never once dares to raise it. It seems almost pointless now. ]
You... [ It's a low growl. Not menacing, but defiant in the face of all this.
He thinks he hates this man. His eyes haven't held such seething anger since the stadium incident.
But he's not going to test his luck tonight. His thoughts quickly trail to Nelson; somewhere, blissfully unaware of what's gone down tonight. He doesn't want to bring this to him. Not yet, anyway. ]
Forget it.
[ The blood keeps coming, but he turns away anyway to see if the man Hooded Justice beat up is still breathing at this point. ]