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There is a dull thump as he hits the asphalt – the speed is enough to make him bounce off it at an angle, smacking down again hard a little over a second and thirty meters later, pain screaming through his bones as he leaves a long trail, sliding across the snow-covered road. | There is a dull thump as he hits the asphalt – the speed is enough to make him bounce off it at an angle, smacking down again hard a little over a second and thirty meters later, pain screaming through his bones as he leaves a long trail, sliding across the snow-covered road. | ||
− | We move in close to his face – most of it covered by the green and black Luchador mask, we can still see that KID DIABLO LOCO is exhausted, in pain. That pale Black Crow Brigadier freak´s attack hit him harder than most things that has hit him before. His dark eyes blink once, slowly, and | + | We move in close to his face – most of it covered by the green and black Luchador mask, we can still see that KID DIABLO LOCO is exhausted, in pain. That pale Black Crow Brigadier freak´s attack hit him harder than most things that has hit him before. His dark eyes blink once, slowly, and amultitude of snowflakes are reflected in their depths. |
He is vaguely aware of the fight going on still – people screaming. The Brigadiers tearing into those waywards as he was lying spread-eagled on the cold and snowy ground. In his mind, he was already up on his feet. In his mind, he could feel the strength returning to his limbs, flowing into his legs and carrying him right into the middle of the fray – fast – and as he gave in to that lava flow boiling up inside of him, as he let just a little of all the shame and pain and rage and shit leak out he could see himself tearing into them like a terror from – | He is vaguely aware of the fight going on still – people screaming. The Brigadiers tearing into those waywards as he was lying spread-eagled on the cold and snowy ground. In his mind, he was already up on his feet. In his mind, he could feel the strength returning to his limbs, flowing into his legs and carrying him right into the middle of the fray – fast – and as he gave in to that lava flow boiling up inside of him, as he let just a little of all the shame and pain and rage and shit leak out he could see himself tearing into them like a terror from – |