[ percy's screams and half sobs cut through the pain as vax reels from the hits, finally managing to right himself before his back hits the wall, as light refracts from the stained glass and paint and blood drip down his arm.
pain rattles through his chest and his vision blurs, but vaxildan hears that scream and pushes onward. he grabs whisper in his left hand and the paint gun in his right, barely working, mind racing, as desperation clings at the edge of his reeling thoughts. there's no way to fix this, not this time, no vex'ahlia with her warm voice and her hands telling percy to take off the mask, darling. just vax, and his knives, and his too clumsy attempts at help.
the first two shots he manages to have the wherewithal to dodge - one flies wide, and he ducks under it, wings extending, and the second shot flies past him, and vax grabs whisper to throw it -
he doesn't get the time, though.
is this what it felt like, to those dragons, as percy dropped them from the sky? these wings are connected to him as any other limb would be, and the bullet tears through muscle and sinew and leaves feathers in its wake. it drops, useless, and it only takes years of taking injuries not to scream in pain as the world upends and he starts to plummet.
one eye shuts. vax's mostly useless right side is deadweight, and he manages, as a last ditch effort of survival - he pulls the trigger and thinks if you can hear me now is the time.
the paintball hits the ground at percy's feet.
and it blooms, not into structure upwards, but downwards - from a splatter to a pool f dark, dark red liquid, rapidly spreading and deepening and taking the floor with it. blood, blood like the blood coming out of his arm, blood like the freely bleeding wing at his back, blood like percy's, blood like the communion of the raven queen, and vax closes his eyes as he's free falling.
which is good, because he gets hit with the lightning strike about a second later, the purple blinding and the heat vicious electrical burns, he'd said at trial, hurt like a bitch - thankfully, it is not a direct hit, but glancing off the edge is enough, isn't it? his consciousness wavers, as the pool deepens and deepens to overtake percy, too, vax hits the surface with a splash, as bright red liquid flies up from the impact and he drops deep into the pool. ]
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pain rattles through his chest and his vision blurs, but vaxildan hears that scream and pushes onward. he grabs whisper in his left hand and the paint gun in his right, barely working, mind racing, as desperation clings at the edge of his reeling thoughts. there's no way to fix this, not this time, no vex'ahlia with her warm voice and her hands telling percy to take off the mask, darling. just vax, and his knives, and his too clumsy attempts at help.
the first two shots he manages to have the wherewithal to dodge - one flies wide, and he ducks under it, wings extending, and the second shot flies past him, and vax grabs whisper to throw it -
he doesn't get the time, though.
is this what it felt like, to those dragons, as percy dropped them from the sky? these wings are connected to him as any other limb would be, and the bullet tears through muscle and sinew and leaves feathers in its wake. it drops, useless, and it only takes years of taking injuries not to scream in pain as the world upends and he starts to plummet.
one eye shuts. vax's mostly useless right side is deadweight, and he manages, as a last ditch effort of survival - he pulls the trigger and thinks if you can hear me now is the time.
the paintball hits the ground at percy's feet.
and it blooms, not into structure upwards, but downwards - from a splatter to a pool f dark, dark red liquid, rapidly spreading and deepening and taking the floor with it. blood, blood like the blood coming out of his arm, blood like the freely bleeding wing at his back, blood like percy's, blood like the communion of the raven queen, and vax closes his eyes as he's free falling.
which is good, because he gets hit with the lightning strike about a second later, the purple blinding and the heat vicious electrical burns, he'd said at trial, hurt like a bitch - thankfully, it is not a direct hit, but glancing off the edge is enough, isn't it? his consciousness wavers, as the pool deepens and deepens to overtake percy, too, vax hits the surface with a splash, as bright red liquid flies up from the impact and he drops deep into the pool. ]