[He sucks in a sharp breath, glancing at his partially tattered sleeve in the dark. That hurts like a bitch, and more frighteningly, that was fucking sharp. And judging by the drips of blood rolling down a cut on his cheek and the way she opened her mouth and lunged at him--among other things--he's finally piecing it all together.
Not going to stick around here. He curses under his breath and turns, running as fast as he can with his arm tucked away protectively; lucky him, he's very used to running. Hopefully he'd stunned her just enough to get a break. Just the little break he needs. These things aren't fast, are they? He figures if they are, he's as good as killed. Again. Again. Ugh. What is he, some sort of death beacon?]
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Not going to stick around here. He curses under his breath and turns, running as fast as he can with his arm tucked away protectively; lucky him, he's very used to running. Hopefully he'd stunned her just enough to get a break. Just the little break he needs. These things aren't fast, are they? He figures if they are, he's as good as killed. Again. Again. Ugh. What is he, some sort of death beacon?]