//keep the faith
Here stood a Liquid--well, sort of stood. He was still in a questionable condition, but recovering slowly; he wore jeans and no shirt (as many Liquids were known to do), and seemed to be slowly recovering at least. His broken arm was in a sling, other used to lean heavily on a crutch in place of his broken leg.
"Snake had damn well better pray I never find that bloody grenade launcher..."
He scowled, grinding his teeth against the shooting pain in his entire body as he stood mostly on one stitched-up leg. Liquid's lack of a shirt clearly displayed the bandages around his arms, shoulder, and stomach amidst old but still vivid scars; ten year old bullet wound in his side and a thinner one from a sword along his shoulder by his neck. There were other, mostly faded ones; the marks of ten years with Philanthropy and carried like a collective badge of honor.
"D...damn it..."
His one usable leg shook slightly as he broke out in a cold sweat--it was nearly unbearable just to stand up, but Liquid always had been one to push himself.
"Snake had damn well better pray I never find that bloody grenade launcher..."
He scowled, grinding his teeth against the shooting pain in his entire body as he stood mostly on one stitched-up leg. Liquid's lack of a shirt clearly displayed the bandages around his arms, shoulder, and stomach amidst old but still vivid scars; ten year old bullet wound in his side and a thinner one from a sword along his shoulder by his neck. There were other, mostly faded ones; the marks of ten years with Philanthropy and carried like a collective badge of honor.
"D...damn it..."
His one usable leg shook slightly as he broke out in a cold sweat--it was nearly unbearable just to stand up, but Liquid always had been one to push himself.