Reno had kind of figured that next one was coming. An eye for an eye, tit for... tat? It had been the next retaliation that made sense, anyway.
Whatthefuckever. He managed to shift to the side enough that the knee mostly caught his inner thigh, which was, if nothing else, still enough to make him hiss between his teeth. A quick mental inventory was giving him multiple places he was bleeding from that he hadn't been after throwing down with the Hound, including a bloody ring in the shape of her teeth along his right forearm. There were dogs barking a full block away. Stale dust was settling around them, and he had fucking nails in his backside that were going to be great fun to pull out later.
He could think of five ways without even trying that would end this in a way that meant she was never going to get up again. Not all of them involved death. He spat out a gob of blood to the floor beside her head.
And then he brought his arm back again, bringing it down in a blur of motion that ended with him pressing his finger against the end of her nose.
"Beep."
He didn't want to kill her. And in the heat of the moment, he couldn't think of much else to do that didn't involve doing just that.
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Date: 2018-04-26 02:03 am (UTC)Whatthefuckever. He managed to shift to the side enough that the knee mostly caught his inner thigh, which was, if nothing else, still enough to make him hiss between his teeth. A quick mental inventory was giving him multiple places he was bleeding from that he hadn't been after throwing down with the Hound, including a bloody ring in the shape of her teeth along his right forearm. There were dogs barking a full block away. Stale dust was settling around them, and he had fucking nails in his backside that were going to be great fun to pull out later.
He could think of five ways without even trying that would end this in a way that meant she was never going to get up again. Not all of them involved death. He spat out a gob of blood to the floor beside her head.
And then he brought his arm back again, bringing it down in a blur of motion that ended with him pressing his finger against the end of her nose.
"Beep."
He didn't want to kill her. And in the heat of the moment, he couldn't think of much else to do that didn't involve doing just that.