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a good space boy from a good space family (pethdorn) wrote in incompletedata,

From the corner of his eye, Poe saw something darting toward him, and over the pounding of his own blood in his ears he heard that strange, ominous cry - and he wasn't sticking around to see what it meant. He pushed himself to his feet, biting back a grunt of pain as his bad arm strained under the weight of his prize.

And then there was a stabbing, sapping pain in his leg - he dropped the package - he fell to one knee, a dreadful weakness running up his leg that he knew meant something had torn - and he shouted, using the momentum of his fall to swing his body against his attacker, whom he saw, now. Rocket. He didn't know him well, not at all, but fierce seemed like a pretty good bet. If nothing else, Poe had some mass on him. Just go away, he thought - or, more likely, screamed aloud, considering how much control he had over his mental or physical powers at the moment. The sword jutted out from his side at an awkward angle and his shoulder burned as his body weight slammed against the wall of the cornucopia. Just go away.