Connor's shoes didn't grip the grass the way he was used to when it came to trying to run down suspects. He slipped and slid, struggled to gain traction, and then he was finally off. He was tall, but able to keep a relatively low profile, and a hatchet sailed past his head close enough that he could hear the schwing! of metal before the head of it buried into a tree ahead of him. He skidded into a turn toward a shack stationed near an enormous wall of stone and wood that would be impossible to scale without fully exposing his back to the masked woman.
Connor could sprint and gain the advantage easily, if he could just break line of sight here. The little building was ideal for it, if he could only loop around it and disappear through the window that he'd spotted on one side. His foot collided with the sill on his way through it, alerting the woman to the direction he was running, and while he had gained a good amount of ground, he just couldn't be that lucky for long. He heard a generator go off far in the distance, a backfire that meant very little to him in the moment, and then a grisly thwack and searing pain just shy of his shoulderblade brought him crashing back into the moment.
His scream was truncated and hoarse as he stumbled, but maintained his momentum around a tight corner and managed to softball slide to a stop behind a peculiar free-standing wall that might have been part of an in-progress home, once. He could feel the rivulets of blood dripping from the ragged wound in his back, and his breath wheezed out of him as he waited for the Huntress to approach.
But the heartbeat stayed steady, and Connor's hands clamped over his mouth to keep the sounds down the longer it was there. He couldn't have...
The sound receded as, somewhere behind him, a sound like thunder rolled through the would-be arena. He stayed still until the pulsing in his ears started to die down, and then the sound of that repeating melody faded into echoes once more. She was just playing with him, surely. Drawing him into a false sense of security. He sat with his back against the rock for a long moment, his breath wheezing out of him at the radiating pain, until movement beside him made him start to scramble away again.
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Date: 2022-05-13 09:24 am (UTC)Connor could sprint and gain the advantage easily, if he could just break line of sight here. The little building was ideal for it, if he could only loop around it and disappear through the window that he'd spotted on one side. His foot collided with the sill on his way through it, alerting the woman to the direction he was running, and while he had gained a good amount of ground, he just couldn't be that lucky for long. He heard a generator go off far in the distance, a backfire that meant very little to him in the moment, and then a grisly thwack and searing pain just shy of his shoulderblade brought him crashing back into the moment.
His scream was truncated and hoarse as he stumbled, but maintained his momentum around a tight corner and managed to softball slide to a stop behind a peculiar free-standing wall that might have been part of an in-progress home, once. He could feel the rivulets of blood dripping from the ragged wound in his back, and his breath wheezed out of him as he waited for the Huntress to approach.
But the heartbeat stayed steady, and Connor's hands clamped over his mouth to keep the sounds down the longer it was there. He couldn't have...
The sound receded as, somewhere behind him, a sound like thunder rolled through the would-be arena. He stayed still until the pulsing in his ears started to die down, and then the sound of that repeating melody faded into echoes once more. She was just playing with him, surely. Drawing him into a false sense of security. He sat with his back against the rock for a long moment, his breath wheezing out of him at the radiating pain, until movement beside him made him start to scramble away again.