So does Kid, crumpling to his knees on the ground where he remains, head upright but jaw hanging, breaths coming quick, shallow, sticky with blood. One hand lifts, drops clumsily to the handle of Dirk's sword, but under the Prince's indefatigable glare the grim reaper's only reply is a low groan.
He's dragging the sword out of his chest in single, long, unflagging motion, until the blood-streaked weapon clatters to the ground and black vapor crawls out from the wound, gathering there like a ribbon of smoke.
Kid's laughter is horrible, not the least because one lung is a sucking chest wound and his throat is coated with the coppery taste of his own blood, because it sounds like he knows he's defeated the way he is now and that's devastation made noise.]
And wait for the inevitable suffering your role will cause? Ha ha ha ha! I hate you! I hate you more than I can stand! Ha ha ha ha--
[It's a very good thing a fit of wet coughing interrupts him, because it might have gone on, and he might have really lost it. As it is, when he's caught his breath again he's a little calmer, one golden eye staring up at him through the fall of dark fringe split by white lines. He lifts his chin, his smile cold.]
Be that as it may, I admire your resolve. Are you going to finish me off?
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So does Kid, crumpling to his knees on the ground where he remains, head upright but jaw hanging, breaths coming quick, shallow, sticky with blood. One hand lifts, drops clumsily to the handle of Dirk's sword, but under the Prince's indefatigable glare the grim reaper's only reply is a low groan.
He's dragging the sword out of his chest in single, long, unflagging motion, until the blood-streaked weapon clatters to the ground and black vapor crawls out from the wound, gathering there like a ribbon of smoke.
Kid's laughter is horrible, not the least because one lung is a sucking chest wound and his throat is coated with the coppery taste of his own blood, because it sounds like he knows he's defeated the way he is now and that's devastation made noise.]
And wait for the inevitable suffering your role will cause? Ha ha ha ha! I hate you! I hate you more than I can stand! Ha ha ha ha--
[It's a very good thing a fit of wet coughing interrupts him, because it might have gone on, and he might have really lost it. As it is, when he's caught his breath again he's a little calmer, one golden eye staring up at him through the fall of dark fringe split by white lines. He lifts his chin, his smile cold.]
Be that as it may, I admire your resolve. Are you going to finish me off?