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Zelus (competitiveedge) wrote in forgotten_gods,

"I wasn't worried about him being dangerous because I didn't think I was really doing anything to piss him off that fucking bad! I was just fucking curious was all dammit!" Another chair went flying at the Headless Horseman, followed by a quick succession of a lamp, a decorative throw blanket and a ottoman when Zel's progress was momentarily halted by a fourth voice.

The distraction cost him though, feeling the cold burn of metal going through a good portion of his thigh, nearly dropping him to his knees. Immortal or not, that fucking shit hurt. A vicious string of expletives rent the air as Zel took the opportunity to quickly pivot and slam his fist into the other man's face, hoping for enough of distraction between that and Bia's entrance to give him time to pull back. But the moment his fist connected with flesh and bone, the air was suddenly knocked out of his lungs with the unexpected force of metal being shoved into his gut.