[ See, Quill, this is what you get for stickin' your neck out for some punk stupid enough to get caught.
He crashes into the wall and falls to the floor in a heap, and for a while there, all he sees are flashes of light in his vision. There'd probably a halo of swirling stars around his head and a cuckoo clock going off, if this were a cartoon. But it's not, this is real life, and motherfucker, that hurt.
Peter shakes his head to clear his vision, shoves himself up, forces himself to get to his feet. He's already in deep enough -- if she's gonna kill him, then she's gonna kill him. The merc might be fast, but the Siren can stop him with a mere thought and a gesture. So he grits his teeth, sets his shoulders.
He had a good run, right? ]
Apparently I'm the only asshole around here not afraid to call you on your bullshit, Your Worship.
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He crashes into the wall and falls to the floor in a heap, and for a while there, all he sees are flashes of light in his vision. There'd probably a halo of swirling stars around his head and a cuckoo clock going off, if this were a cartoon. But it's not, this is real life, and motherfucker, that hurt.
Peter shakes his head to clear his vision, shoves himself up, forces himself to get to his feet. He's already in deep enough -- if she's gonna kill him, then she's gonna kill him. The merc might be fast, but the Siren can stop him with a mere thought and a gesture. So he grits his teeth, sets his shoulders.
He had a good run, right? ]
Apparently I'm the only asshole around here not afraid to call you on your bullshit, Your Worship.