rye hoben (andrye) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-15 22:08:00 |
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Bruised, bloody and battered, but still alive. Rye had even had the upper hand, if only for a few moments. He took his time to get up, to get to his feet and survey the damage. His shoulders ached, his earlier wounds that had been starting to heal were open and raw again. It just added to the new ones, and he grit his teeth through the pain. He’d worked all his life, back-breaking work, and he tried to have the strength of mind to deal with this new pain. The Careers were gone, and Rye didn’t know if they’d return or when they’d return. He leaned backwards until he was lying down, back touching the cold gravel on the ground as he lay there for a while in silence. His breathing was ragged, forced at times, giving himself time to recover from the hit. He could still see the lights of the Hades Hurler in his eyes, blinding him even as he closed his eyelids. He pressed a hand to his head as he sat up again, even slower this time. He stood, awkwardly gathering himself and wincing in pain as that sharp ache in his shoulder hit him again. And then, in the corner of his eye, he saw her. The body, as he tried to think of her, was lying there still. It wouldn’t be long before someone collected her, took what was left of his ally. He’d liked Machine, even if neither of them were much for talking. Rye moved closer, watching her with a strangely passive expression. It felt stupid to apologise to a dead body. Her life, soul - whatever it was, Rye didn’t claim to know what it could be called - was gone. He stared at her, silent once more, until finally his reverie broke. With an annoyed grunt of pain he reached out to take her remaining supplies, and then went. |