( It's precarious. Even through two layers of dense black fabric, he can feel a pain at the back of his eyes. A strain, a burn. He powers through round after round, quick and brutally efficient until eventually all things go still.
He's slow to lower his weapon. Slower still to pull off the blindfold, eyes squinting and squeezing painfully shut before he tries to blink them open again a few times. Splotches of color swim in his vision, but he can still make out her fuzzy shape in the darkness of the tunnel. )
I think so.
( He grunts, raising a hand up to palm at his cheek. There's a little bit of splatter, just the tiniest of flecks, acidic blood biting into his cheek but not quite burning through the skin more than first or second degree. It'll probably be fine by the time they make it back to camp. )
If not, I'm pretty sure the mound of bodies'll buy us some time. Good job.
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He's slow to lower his weapon. Slower still to pull off the blindfold, eyes squinting and squeezing painfully shut before he tries to blink them open again a few times. Splotches of color swim in his vision, but he can still make out her fuzzy shape in the darkness of the tunnel. )
I think so.
( He grunts, raising a hand up to palm at his cheek. There's a little bit of splatter, just the tiniest of flecks, acidic blood biting into his cheek but not quite burning through the skin more than first or second degree. It'll probably be fine by the time they make it back to camp. )
If not, I'm pretty sure the mound of bodies'll buy us some time. Good job.