Sometimes, life bites back. [Active/Open]
Characters: Squall "Leon" Leonhart, and anyone who wants to witness crab love bites!
Content: Leon patrols. Leon stabs crabs. Another crab ambushes and shows its fangly love. Leon falls and he can't get up. Everybody dies.
Location: A couple blocks down from his apartment on East First Street.
Time of day: Morning.
Warnings: None atm.
Aerith is not going to like this, was the first thought Leon had when he hit the ground hard. He was taking a pounding from the rapidly approaching hideously mutant crab, probably made worse from the wound on the back of his thigh. His fingers were still wrapped around his weapon, a balm to his battered fighter's pride at the very least, but even he knew that there wasn't much he could do from this angle.
It was strange- Leon knew he had more stamina than this, more strength than he was currently pushing for. It felt like he was a cadet again. Weak. Lowly. Helpless as the crab's shadow finally eclipsed him.
Well. Maybe not all that helpless, Leon amended as the crab let out a screech and stumbled away from him, the sword he'd recently scavenged protruding crudely from the gap between its overlaying armor plates. In its pain, the creature failed to notice the hacked up bodies of its pod mates, tripping over a stray leg then another hard-shelled body as it thrashed about in pain, trying to pull the sword out.
It was stupid to patrol alone. Leon knew that, had practically shoved that very rule down everyone's throat back on Radiant Garden. It was dangerous, it was stupid, and it was what Leon had been doing in Manhattan for the past week.
Yeah. Cloud wasn't going to let him live this one down, not by a long shot.
Leon struggled to get up, another wave of weakness pulsing through him as he took unsteady steps back towards the buildings. He wasn't going to make this easy on the crab. If it wanted him, it better damn well be prepared to work for him.
Content: Leon patrols. Leon stabs crabs. Another crab ambushes and shows its fangly love. Leon falls and he can't get up. Everybody dies.
Location: A couple blocks down from his apartment on East First Street.
Time of day: Morning.
Warnings: None atm.
Aerith is not going to like this, was the first thought Leon had when he hit the ground hard. He was taking a pounding from the rapidly approaching hideously mutant crab, probably made worse from the wound on the back of his thigh. His fingers were still wrapped around his weapon, a balm to his battered fighter's pride at the very least, but even he knew that there wasn't much he could do from this angle.
It was strange- Leon knew he had more stamina than this, more strength than he was currently pushing for. It felt like he was a cadet again. Weak. Lowly. Helpless as the crab's shadow finally eclipsed him.
Well. Maybe not all that helpless, Leon amended as the crab let out a screech and stumbled away from him, the sword he'd recently scavenged protruding crudely from the gap between its overlaying armor plates. In its pain, the creature failed to notice the hacked up bodies of its pod mates, tripping over a stray leg then another hard-shelled body as it thrashed about in pain, trying to pull the sword out.
It was stupid to patrol alone. Leon knew that, had practically shoved that very rule down everyone's throat back on Radiant Garden. It was dangerous, it was stupid, and it was what Leon had been doing in Manhattan for the past week.
Yeah. Cloud wasn't going to let him live this one down, not by a long shot.
Leon struggled to get up, another wave of weakness pulsing through him as he took unsteady steps back towards the buildings. He wasn't going to make this easy on the crab. If it wanted him, it better damn well be prepared to work for him.