by Evil Eye » Sat Jan 31, 2009 2:28 am
Onyx emerged from the mouth of the plane, which now had a gaping hole in it, smoke pouring out. Ashes covered him from head to toe as he limped his way out, one arm immobile from injury, the other clutching his hand gun. He was shaking, all except for his gun hand, which remained rock steady. He hobbled a few feet further, before the pain in his leg subdued him, blood seeping from both the wound in his lower leg and calf, and the one running from his shoulder down to his elbow. He tried to take more steps toward the ominous figure standing on the shore, but, reflex tears leaking out of his eyes, he collapsed upon the floor. He tried to take deep breaths, but a sharp pain pierced his chest, and Onyx, clutching his side, found that he had a broken rib as well...
Clarity of thought before rashness of action...