( if he had thought her toying with them before... a second glance had afforded Armin no time to react.
instinctively, Armin's gaze rolls to his shoulder: hatchet, firm in his peripheral. every connecting nerve feels sharp, on fire. the slightest movement in his back triples the pain. does he stand? crawl? he can't waste the effort to see him this far. nails in the dirt, split hard against concrete, Armin pulls himself on the weight of one arm. the pain and exertion tightens his throat.
on his feet, Armin tilts hatchet side, arm limp. he leans easily into the other man: bloody, dirty, and his hair, damp with sweat. the huntress turns, disappearing into the courtyard. for a final moment, Armin watches. are there others? is she trapt in that place? weakly, ) Where are we going?
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instinctively, Armin's gaze rolls to his shoulder: hatchet, firm in his peripheral. every connecting nerve feels sharp, on fire. the slightest movement in his back triples the pain. does he stand? crawl? he can't waste the effort to see him this far. nails in the dirt, split hard against concrete, Armin pulls himself on the weight of one arm. the pain and exertion tightens his throat.
on his feet, Armin tilts hatchet side, arm limp. he leans easily into the other man: bloody, dirty, and his hair, damp with sweat. the huntress turns, disappearing into the courtyard. for a final moment, Armin watches. are there others? is she trapt in that place? weakly, ) Where are we going?
( he doesn't expect an answer. )