[ Strictly speaking, there are worse things than being covered in a gushing, obscene river of blood. The fact that Jaime had been choking from pressure around his neck and is now choking on however many litres he's swallowed from the impact of the attack is irrelevant; at least this time he can turn over and spit all the blood out.
He's gasping for air, and while the taste of metal ought to be disgusting in any other situation, he doesn't think he minds it. At least he's alive. At least they... well, he's assuming they succeeded, if the hollering sounds of the other wild men fading into the distance is any indication.
Oh, he can't get up. Jaime stares, instead, at the shape of his partner and his obscenely huge sword.
Then remembers to kick the lower half of the body still on him off. ]
What in seven hells [ gods, his voice is raspy ] is that sword about? [ Jaime doesn't really know how to express gratitude very well. Confusion, though? That works just fine.
He sits up, wincing, and reaches for his sword. When his fingers wrap around it, there is a brief glow of green before it fades away. Bizarre. ]
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He's gasping for air, and while the taste of metal ought to be disgusting in any other situation, he doesn't think he minds it. At least he's alive. At least they... well, he's assuming they succeeded, if the hollering sounds of the other wild men fading into the distance is any indication.
Oh, he can't get up. Jaime stares, instead, at the shape of his partner and his obscenely huge sword.
Then remembers to kick the lower half of the body still on him off. ]
What in seven hells [ gods, his voice is raspy ] is that sword about? [ Jaime doesn't really know how to express gratitude very well. Confusion, though? That works just fine.
He sits up, wincing, and reaches for his sword. When his fingers wrap around it, there is a brief glow of green before it fades away. Bizarre. ]
Have they all gone?