Her knees hit the cold floor of the manor with a dulled thump and Minatsuki reached out both hands to catch herself and prevent an ungraceful faceplant. Her hair, damp with the beginnings of sweat, fell forward with equal or less grace than her whole frame, and stuck to her face ever so slightly as the brunette made to look up at her current tormentor and prepared to spit something else vehement and virulent in his direction.
But before her death threat could leave her lips, Minatsuki choked. Her back, open and exposed to his attack, was burning - stinging and yet sickly wet with her own blood. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but as the cool air of the hallway stung at her exposed flesh, the teen heaved - inhaling a deep breath as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open for a mere split second.
It hurt.
There was nothing tickling about this. And it wasn't even a reasonable pain she could handle and -
"ARGH!!!"
She jerked, whole body pitching into uncontrollable convulsions as loud and high pitched, utterly girly and pained screams ripped from her throat. Those were uncontrollable as well, but there was a distinct panic rushing through her veins as anemia hit, hard and fast. Her hair whips became listless and useless, receding into normal hair strands again as she twitched and thrashed in a rapidly expanding puddle of her own blood.
Too much blood. Far too much, really.
It may sound silly with her antics and all the horrible people she associated with just to piss off but... Minatsuki didn't really want to die. Not here, and definitely not at this losers hand.
....uh. that too. sometimes.
But before her death threat could leave her lips, Minatsuki choked. Her back, open and exposed to his attack, was burning - stinging and yet sickly wet with her own blood. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but as the cool air of the hallway stung at her exposed flesh, the teen heaved - inhaling a deep breath as her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open for a mere split second.
It hurt.
There was nothing tickling about this. And it wasn't even a reasonable pain she could handle and -
"ARGH!!!"
She jerked, whole body pitching into uncontrollable convulsions as loud and high pitched, utterly girly and pained screams ripped from her throat. Those were uncontrollable as well, but there was a distinct panic rushing through her veins as anemia hit, hard and fast. Her hair whips became listless and useless, receding into normal hair strands again as she twitched and thrashed in a rapidly expanding puddle of her own blood.
Too much blood. Far too much, really.
It may sound silly with her antics and all the horrible people she associated with just to piss off but... Minatsuki didn't really want to die. Not here, and definitely not at this losers hand.
Fuck.