[ one bullet grazes him, but that’s all it takes to bring him down. (it was a rough graze. it’s a graze in the sense that it didn’t become lodged.) he’s taken out of his trajectory, reduced to a growling, hissing mess on the ground.
but even with the sharp pain and dampness, the sticky smell of blood on his fur, he still wants to fight. maul kylo ren. tear out his throat. so he still lurches forward unsteadily, all the more angry and feral for his injury.
he wasn’t going to be taken prisoner again. death would be preferable (especially because lucking out and escaping again felt like lightning, unlikely to strike twice.) ]
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but even with the sharp pain and dampness, the sticky smell of blood on his fur, he still wants to fight. maul kylo ren. tear out his throat. so he still lurches forward unsteadily, all the more angry and feral for his injury.
he wasn’t going to be taken prisoner again. death would be preferable (especially because lucking out and escaping again felt like lightning, unlikely to strike twice.) ]