Well, that wasn’t nearly as satisfying as he thought it would be. She didn’t try to stop him at all, instead she threw words at him, calling him childish, a waste of space. He sighed deeply, looking to the departing woman, and back to his stupid leg. With a frustrated sigh, he hauled himself to his feet, and hobbled after the woman. “Alright, alright” he grumbled, “You win”
“I’ve never been incapacitated like this before, except for once, and I wasn’t exactly lucid for it.” he grumbled. Managing, if only just, to keep from crying out as his foot shifted beneath him with each step as he limped after her. Damn, he really hated being incapacitated like this. “I’ve had Bast and Marshal both hunting in my absence, and no, Deathbelle hasn’t told me things were that dire.” he managed to catch up to her, breathing hard from the effort, a little white in the face. “If she had, do you think I would be sitting here, twiddling my thumbs, and wasting time?” he said, eyes a little flinty, his tone was shifting from apologetic to angry, and back again, as through the man couldn’t settle on any one emotion. His sides heaved with breath, and he started to get a little light headed as the pain hit him in continuous waves. “I’ve never shirked my duties to Deathbelle before. I don’t know why she didn’t tell, so stop growling at me and help me fucking hunt.”
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