the sound of his name being shouted with a desperate sort of fear finally startles Abel from his stupor, but it seems like it's too late; he lifts blue eyes just in time to find the Dullahan with its weapon raised, and next thing Abel knows--
he's being pulled and jerked backwards and away from the massive horse and its rider, but there's a splash of red that splatters across old, yellowed bone and into the marshy bog. the lingering disorientation of the 'dream' is fading away and reality is replacing it with a sharp sting where the weapon pierced and slid over his left shoulder.
before the Dullahan can move for a second strike, Abel is finally kicking into gear, wrenching around with a grimace as Jun puts distance between them and the Dullahan; he quickly grasps onto his son's sleeve. ]
--You have to get it.
[ 'it.' the head. Jun's dad is doing his best to recover from being shaken; there are more pressing matters to deal with right now. and it is beyond obvious that he cannot fulfill his role as retrieval unit, so-- ]
You're fast, and I know you can do it. Go now, alright? --Go, get out of its line of sight and grab it before it--
[ --the horses rears up with an ominous whinny; there isn't much time to chitchat - either the creature will move to continue its attack or flee. the fabric of Abel's shoulder is torn and the peek of white from his shirt beneath his coat is beginning to soak red, but it is far from a fatal nor grievous wound. right now--
you could say their priority has to be getting ahead of the enemy, or all this will be for nothing. ]
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the sound of his name being shouted with a desperate sort of fear finally startles Abel from his stupor, but it seems like it's too late; he lifts blue eyes just in time to find the Dullahan with its weapon raised, and next thing Abel knows--
he's being pulled and jerked backwards and away from the massive horse and its rider, but there's a splash of red that splatters across old, yellowed bone and into the marshy bog. the lingering disorientation of the 'dream' is fading away and reality is replacing it with a sharp sting where the weapon pierced and slid over his left shoulder.
before the Dullahan can move for a second strike, Abel is finally kicking into gear, wrenching around with a grimace as Jun puts distance between them and the Dullahan; he quickly grasps onto his son's sleeve. ]
--You have to get it.
[ 'it.' the head. Jun's dad is doing his best to recover from being shaken; there are more pressing matters to deal with right now. and it is beyond obvious that he cannot fulfill his role as retrieval unit, so-- ]
You're fast, and I know you can do it. Go now, alright? --Go, get out of its line of sight and grab it before it--
[ --the horses rears up with an ominous whinny; there isn't much time to chitchat - either the creature will move to continue its attack or flee. the fabric of Abel's shoulder is torn and the peek of white from his shirt beneath his coat is beginning to soak red, but it is far from a fatal nor grievous wound. right now--
you could say their priority has to be getting ahead of the enemy, or all this will be for nothing. ]