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Nov. 12th, 2013 01:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
romanwolfHe had only himself to blame, yet the truth did little to quell Caesar's ire, nor did it staunch the flow of blood from his side.
"To shit with this," growled Caesar around a wet cough, one hand pressed to the alley wall for every stumbling step he took towards the street. Between his fingers, the wound had not yet begun to clot, burning as hot as the bullet that had punched neatly through his side only moments before.
His attacker, of course, was worse off, still gurgling through his last breaths behind the dumpster. Had Caesar been any other drunk, perhaps the evening might have ended differently for the foolish thief, but it would take more than gunfire to prevent Caesar's sword from finding its mark.
"To shit with Darrow," Caesar continued to himself in an angry murmur, back to the wall against a sudden rush of dizziness, though whether its origin was ale or bloodloss, Caesar could not tell.
"To shit with this," growled Caesar around a wet cough, one hand pressed to the alley wall for every stumbling step he took towards the street. Between his fingers, the wound had not yet begun to clot, burning as hot as the bullet that had punched neatly through his side only moments before.
His attacker, of course, was worse off, still gurgling through his last breaths behind the dumpster. Had Caesar been any other drunk, perhaps the evening might have ended differently for the foolish thief, but it would take more than gunfire to prevent Caesar's sword from finding its mark.
"To shit with Darrow," Caesar continued to himself in an angry murmur, back to the wall against a sudden rush of dizziness, though whether its origin was ale or bloodloss, Caesar could not tell.
