[A second later, and Mal's fist surely would have been connecting with the other side of Ethan's skull from the inside. Even with the onset of paralysis, the momentum behind the swing is enough to connect with enough force to rupture a little something in his nose for thread continuity, and then he-
stops.
His vision goes black for a second as he sinks right into a sea of all-too-familiar terror. He can't move, he's stuck, he's going to die, where's Luna, Luna!! His pupils dilate as he stares down at Ethan, beads of sweat already gathering on his face, but the beating does not continue.
[ The scream stops as soon as what's left of the punch connects, a sting burying just under his eye, into his maxilla and nose. Not enough to break anything (Or did he?), but enough to leave a bruise later— and present him with wetness trickling down his lips, to the floor, on his clothes. Ethan forgets to breathe as he pulls himself up, catching the return of his surroundings, the warmth and taste of iron at the tip of his tongue. He blinks, attempting to crinkle the numbing sensation from his bleeding nose and putting a hand over the dripping.
He inhales, looks up, and with Mallory paralyzed, he only then connects what he's done. He's still alive, but at what cost, now? The tables have turned, and now— Ethan's the one who's dreading, startled and fearful glance speaks louder than words: Mallory saw too much. ]
Sh—Shit—
[ In the rush, he staggers, trips, dirties the floors further with his blood smeared hands, and does the one thing ajin had to do when caught red handed: run. With quickened stares to Mallory's rigid form, just to make sure he really stayed, Ethan goes straight for the door without looking back, leaving the mess of blood and jam behind him.
You can bet he isn't coming back any time soon, not after that one. ]
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for thread continuity, and then he-stops.
His vision goes black for a second as he sinks right into a sea of all-too-familiar terror. He can't move, he's stuck, he's going to die, where's Luna, Luna!! His pupils dilate as he stares down at Ethan, beads of sweat already gathering on his face, but the beating does not continue.
Better run.]
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He inhales, looks up, and with Mallory paralyzed, he only then connects what he's done. He's still alive, but at what cost, now? The tables have turned, and now— Ethan's the one who's dreading, startled and fearful glance speaks louder than words: Mallory saw too much. ]
Sh—Shit—
[ In the rush, he staggers, trips, dirties the floors further with his blood smeared hands, and does the one thing ajin had to do when caught red handed: run. With quickened stares to Mallory's rigid form, just to make sure he really stayed, Ethan goes straight for the door without looking back, leaving the mess of blood and jam behind him.
You can bet he isn't coming back any time soon, not after that one. ]