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Staring the monster down even if it had no eyes.
Gren stood firm and mustered his strength to push it back harder than it could advance, determined to keep it's gnashing teeth at bay, when suddenly a sharp wracking pain swelled at the back of his knee.
"Nnnnngrrh!"
Gren fell unto one leg but still held on to his senses, defiant against the pain. He struggled to lean back in the monster's path and kept his shield raised with one arm. Gren bared his teeth as he pressed his other hand against the injury and glared behind at the scumbag who kicked him.
"You bit-" He managed to say when he choked on the smell the moment ichor spilled from it's rotted body, the feline had knifed it. It was then, when Gren paused, that he recognized who it was. ...His fists clenched audibly, nails digging deep into his palm. How could could he forget that face? The face of a traitor. That smug pretentious look on a bastard's excuse for a human being.
Gren patronized his recent, more violent thoughts when he felt something bump against him - reminding him of the situation they were in.
He then stood up and pointed at Kendric Silvers and swiftly ran his thumb across his throat, glaring murderously as he did so, assuring the boy that he would be dealt with later. He then turned back towards the creature, only to see it moving away from them and to the others who were in the room.
No. You. Don't.
Shakily he fumbled to lower the barrier with a tap to the back of his hand, recklessly reaching out to grab one of the monster's limbs before it could get away.
.......For if he managed that, Gren would proceed to swing the whole abomination straight at Kendric!
Gren stood firm and mustered his strength to push it back harder than it could advance, determined to keep it's gnashing teeth at bay, when suddenly a sharp wracking pain swelled at the back of his knee.
"Nnnnngrrh!"
Gren fell unto one leg but still held on to his senses, defiant against the pain. He struggled to lean back in the monster's path and kept his shield raised with one arm. Gren bared his teeth as he pressed his other hand against the injury and glared behind at the scumbag who kicked him.
"You bit-" He managed to say when he choked on the smell the moment ichor spilled from it's rotted body, the feline had knifed it. It was then, when Gren paused, that he recognized who it was. ...His fists clenched audibly, nails digging deep into his palm. How could could he forget that face? The face of a traitor. That smug pretentious look on a bastard's excuse for a human being.
Gren patronized his recent, more violent thoughts when he felt something bump against him - reminding him of the situation they were in.
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He then stood up and pointed at Kendric Silvers and swiftly ran his thumb across his throat, glaring murderously as he did so, assuring the boy that he would be dealt with later. He then turned back towards the creature, only to see it moving away from them and to the others who were in the room.
No. You. Don't.
Shakily he fumbled to lower the barrier with a tap to the back of his hand, recklessly reaching out to grab one of the monster's limbs before it could get away.
.......For if he managed that, Gren would proceed to swing the whole abomination straight at Kendric!
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