[ if he was clearer-headed, he'd see the way david almost gives up, or at least loses the fury, just by seeing him down. it might make him think, make him wonder just how much hatred is really there ... but he's blinded by fury and blood and a darkness seeping in from the edges.
is he dying? it wouldn't be the first time, here, and not even the first time at the hands of a survivor, but it would be the first time at david's hands. it's infuriating every time. he's not supposed to be able to die to anyone else. he's better than them. all of them. and yet, here is, on the floor, with david above him and his throat almost cut.
he snarls, a wheezing noise at this point, and curls the fingers of his recovering hand into a fist. ]
No one - dies - here.
[ strictly speaking. he can feel himself regenerating, just a little, but it won't keep up with what david's been doing. evan braces himself for another attack, ready to let himself bleed out if it means taking david with him. it's not a win, but at least it's not a win for david, either. ]
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is he dying? it wouldn't be the first time, here, and not even the first time at the hands of a survivor, but it would be the first time at david's hands. it's infuriating every time. he's not supposed to be able to die to anyone else. he's better than them. all of them. and yet, here is, on the floor, with david above him and his throat almost cut.
he snarls, a wheezing noise at this point, and curls the fingers of his recovering hand into a fist. ]
No one - dies - here.
[ strictly speaking. he can feel himself regenerating, just a little, but it won't keep up with what david's been doing. evan braces himself for another attack, ready to let himself bleed out if it means taking david with him. it's not a win, but at least it's not a win for david, either. ]