Connor's tunneling vision was interrupted as spidery legs crept into view around him, framing the figure still posted up in front of him. He lifted his head in time to see those insectoid spikes realing back as they materialized around him, and a split-second environment scan and injection of adrenaline made him jerk just in time to block the razor sharp point from puncturing his chest. He stares around for any sign of help when the Huntress finally leaves, apparently feeling confident that Connor had been left to his fate here. She spun a hatchet in hand then lifted it with a flourish to bury it into a tree near the brightly colored Korean woman's head, causing her to fuck up at her generator and cause a misfire as she rocketed off toward the hulking temple in the center of the arena.
It means that now he just has to hang on until one of the others can try to help him down. The leg slips through his sweating, bloodied hands and stabs into him shallowly enough that he can push it back out again as a gout of red blood is forced out of his mouth.
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Date: 2022-05-13 08:50 pm (UTC)It means that now he just has to hang on until one of the others can try to help him down. The leg slips through his sweating, bloodied hands and stabs into him shallowly enough that he can push it back out again as a gout of red blood is forced out of his mouth.