Metallic vermilion stung his nostrils, and he gasped, trying to catch his breath. The impact had left him temporarily stunned, though he still clutched a broken bayonet in his fist and held it over his chest as though it might defend him from whatever lay in wait.
"...Max...well......"
He gritted his teeth at being moved, pain shooting up from every nerve in his body.
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Date: 2010-05-20 07:12 pm (UTC)"...Max...well......"
He gritted his teeth at being moved, pain shooting up from every nerve in his body.
"G...gaaahnnn...."