by Alcyone » Thu Aug 01, 2013 9:02 am
Zemos ducked down to dodge the next. Two down, eight to go, "I swear, you people have no idea of sympathy." He snapped out. He could feel a wave of blood down his leg from movement and stressing the already present wound. Something shifted in him when he glanced down at his crimson arm. A smile pulled at his lips and he focused completely at the task at hand. Some fiendish delight at the scarlet liquid that oozed from his arm fueled him on.
Shoshone had run quite steadily for some time until her leg gave out beneath her and she tumbled to the ground with a sound of pain. Her claws scratched at the air, but when she tried to stand, her leg refused to support her weight. She had strained her newly healed appendage so much that day, it couldn't take any more. A scientist walked over to examine her then deemed her to be useless for the rest of the day. Her wounds were patched up enough to stop the blood then to ensure she would not try anything while they waited for the rest of the group, a chain was secured to her collar then the the wall.