great. fan-fucking-tastic! just what vax wanted to deal with today, being shot at by percy! he's a slippery young man and dodges the second shot. (where's vex, when you need her? take off the mask, darling - but, a nasty little voice in the back of his head reminds him, you just watched her die)
and it's in that brief moment of distraction that he shoots and connects. the shot goes off and it hits vax before he's prepared for it, a familiar, white hot burst of pain - his body jerks with the second, bam, and he barely manages to keep a hold on his knife, switching hands just in time to arc out of the way of the third shot so it doesn't pierce through his ribcage and just clips his side.
but, the good thing is - vax is used to fighting alongside guns, and he knows the noise of the pepperbox jamming, too. it's a moment of brief respite, desperately needed, and he darts out of the bloodied spot he was standing in with the knife still in hand, his left arm now completely useless and bleeding freely, then rolls into whatever cover he can find, too.
if there's a solid surface vax'll lean up against it for a moment where he's hidden, trying to muffle his breathing as he closes his eyes, tight, grits his teeth, and calls out in a low voice - ]
Percival, that's not you - I know you're in there. Fight it.
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great. fan-fucking-tastic! just what vax wanted to deal with today, being shot at by percy! he's a slippery young man and dodges the second shot. (where's vex, when you need her? take off the mask, darling - but, a nasty little voice in the back of his head reminds him, you just watched her die)
and it's in that brief moment of distraction that he shoots and connects. the shot goes off and it hits vax before he's prepared for it, a familiar, white hot burst of pain - his body jerks with the second, bam, and he barely manages to keep a hold on his knife, switching hands just in time to arc out of the way of the third shot so it doesn't pierce through his ribcage and just clips his side.
but, the good thing is - vax is used to fighting alongside guns, and he knows the noise of the pepperbox jamming, too. it's a moment of brief respite, desperately needed, and he darts out of the bloodied spot he was standing in with the knife still in hand, his left arm now completely useless and bleeding freely, then rolls into whatever cover he can find, too.
if there's a solid surface vax'll lean up against it for a moment where he's hidden, trying to muffle his breathing as he closes his eyes, tight, grits his teeth, and calls out in a low voice - ]
Percival, that's not you - I know you're in there. Fight it.
[ not again. not a fucking gain. ]