Well, it was a little bit late for not hurting himself, Zell had already banged his head off the wall and had a knife stuck in his hand. That was only a small setback, however, the pain only pumped up his adrenaline and made him angry…though the doc would probably bitch at him for hurting his hand twice on the same side. Still he wouldn’t show the scarred blonde the bleeding hole, but he doubted that it would be a secret for long. Zell could only promise silently, not to get hurt any more, at least not much. He’d always fought with his fists, never with blades and now he had to rely on his legs as well for help since one of those fists were out of commission, “yeah yeah, I wont…you too!”
While Seifer lunged at one of the guys Zell was doing his best to weave out from behind a wall of threatening and hairy bodies. He managed it so that he could now take on one at a time. He jumped back when the blades started swinging his chest and stomach both got a taste, but the cut were shallow only drawing a ribbon of blood from him. He was really getting pissed off with all of the ducking, “damn…you…come on! I’m seriously gonna mop the floor with your skull!”
Zell threw himself at one of the guys using the full force of his body to ram him with his shoulder sending them both crashing to the floor. Even with his injured fist he didn’t care, he started laying into the guys face so that when his family saw him on visiting day they wouldn’t recognize him. Zell’s manic grin seemed to imply he was enjoying this to some extent, but his enjoyment was short lived when he had to duck out of the way sensing someone behind him another blade narrowly missing his ear when he rolled to the side and found himself squatting one moment and then heaved from the ground the next with a meaty arm around his neck, “haii!”
“Quiet little Birdie…that’s what he calls you isn’t it? Birdie…kinda suits you…and you’re feisty too, like a toy that won’t break…I bet I could fuck you unconscious and you’d be up for round two in an instant. Looks like you’re more than just buddies that like to play too,” Zell felt his stomach lurch when the bastard licked his neck right up to tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“Aww…you’re drooling on me…gross…” Zell snapped his head away only to draw it forward and ram it back head-butting the guy and breaking the hold. Zell stumbled forward taking a deep breath before briefly checking on Seifer. These guys were pretty tough.
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Date: 2007-05-06 11:09 pm (UTC)While Seifer lunged at one of the guys Zell was doing his best to weave out from behind a wall of threatening and hairy bodies. He managed it so that he could now take on one at a time. He jumped back when the blades started swinging his chest and stomach both got a taste, but the cut were shallow only drawing a ribbon of blood from him. He was really getting pissed off with all of the ducking, “damn…you…come on! I’m seriously gonna mop the floor with your skull!”
Zell threw himself at one of the guys using the full force of his body to ram him with his shoulder sending them both crashing to the floor. Even with his injured fist he didn’t care, he started laying into the guys face so that when his family saw him on visiting day they wouldn’t recognize him. Zell’s manic grin seemed to imply he was enjoying this to some extent, but his enjoyment was short lived when he had to duck out of the way sensing someone behind him another blade narrowly missing his ear when he rolled to the side and found himself squatting one moment and then heaved from the ground the next with a meaty arm around his neck, “haii!”
“Quiet little Birdie…that’s what he calls you isn’t it? Birdie…kinda suits you…and you’re feisty too, like a toy that won’t break…I bet I could fuck you unconscious and you’d be up for round two in an instant. Looks like you’re more than just buddies that like to play too,” Zell felt his stomach lurch when the bastard licked his neck right up to tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“Aww…you’re drooling on me…gross…” Zell snapped his head away only to draw it forward and ram it back head-butting the guy and breaking the hold. Zell stumbled forward taking a deep breath before briefly checking on Seifer. These guys were pretty tough.