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6/25/2016 3:21:43 PM
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*While you do that, the cultist gets dangerously close. It recoils slightly, but let's out a cry when an arrow gets lodged an it's arm*
[i]Okay, I'm gonna assist Mortar. Use your knife if he gets too close[/i]
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由Kell in a Cell编辑： 6/25/2016 5:00:32 PM[i]For fück's sake[/i], I thought, dodging to the side just barely as I dropped the gun and pulled out the knife. Not waiting for the cultist to recover, I tackled it to the ground before plunging the knife into the side of its neck, all the way to the hilt, then twisted.
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"Shit!" I yell, partly in surprise but mostly in pain. Wrenching the knife from its neck, I start stabbing it in the face. Repeatedly. "Why?!" Stab. "Won't?!" Stab. "You?!" Stab. "Just?!" Stab. "Fücking?!" Stab. "Die?!"
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Hissing as I stood up, I did my best to stem the blood flowing from my arm as I walked over to a wall and sat down. "Damnit, this is exactly what I was afraid of..." I mumbled, severely pissed at Mortar and the others. Seriously, like they actually needed my help dealing with these guys.
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With a hiss, I began to take off my hoodie, so that Mion could get a better look at the cut. "The gun was about as effective - ah, shit - as a wet noodle, and the - motherfücker - and the knife wasn't much better. I stabbed the - gaaaah, God damnit - the fücker in the neck all the way and he still didn't die. Managed to do this before I could stop him." I said, now with my hoodie partially off and pointing to the cut.
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I dig around with my right arm, trying to find anything resembling a first aid kit. "You should know, I've never patched up a knife wound before, especially-" I paused, wincing, before continuing with more strain in my voice. "Especially one on myself."
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I dig around a bit, finding some clear alcohol. I sighed. "This is gonna suck..." I mumbled, taking my hoodie the rest of the way, bunching up a clean part up into something to bite on. Then, I poured a small amount over the wound, and damn, did it hurt like a bitch. Once I was done groaning into my hoodie, I poured some of the alcohol over the needle, before realizing that I would have some difficulty threading it. I motioned to Mion with the needle and thread to convey this.
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*Mion nods as he flies over to where Crossbow is. After a moment, the two return* [i]I should have stayed with you, I should have stayed here with you.[/i] *Crossbow mutters stuff under his breath as he stitches up your arm*
