[ the first blood trail he doesn't follow for long, because it's heading away. he can tell that much. there's no second, or at least he doesn't find one before he finds david, bloody and pale and still alive.
he glances at the knife, but the handle doesn't tell him much. the blade would, because that's all he ever sees, aimed at his face or his own gut by idiots who don't realize who they're attacking (or don't care).
it's a nasty stab, though. deep enough to kill easily but shallow enough, or maybe just angled wrong enough, that it won't do it quick. and he doesn't generally carry bandages with him. ]
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he glances at the knife, but the handle doesn't tell him much. the blade would, because that's all he ever sees, aimed at his face or his own gut by idiots who don't realize who they're attacking (or don't care).
it's a nasty stab, though. deep enough to kill easily but shallow enough, or maybe just angled wrong enough, that it won't do it quick. and he doesn't generally carry bandages with him. ]
I pull that out, you'll be dead real quick.