[ Victory is one of those things that grows too stale the moment you realize it was misplaced. This is definitely one of those times. Be breaks through that ninja's guard and his smile fades in stages, dropping from him as he recognizes every step of tragedy, feels the vibrations of that cast-aside chokuto thrumming where it rests into unfeeling earth or crumbling concrete. Only to have them coated and wetted by liquid red shortly after.
What happened should be the chiefest of question he asks. He finds few answers in such a short notice. ]
Sh- [ He can feel it, that slide of a honed blade powering through flesh that slides too easily through it, skin and muscle and blood and bone because it's not protected, not guarded, he didn't pull back-- ]
Shit, shit!!
[ Panic dumps adrenaline into his bloodstream, heightening every sensation, ever breath, every decision feels life threatening - this is a boon, makes him live every moment like it might be someone's last, makes him appreciate all his choices, all misadventures. But this one came completely out of left field - Gladio can't help but wheel in place, mentally pirouettes with a deep gasp and guttural demand for answers. ]
Sasuke! [ A demand that requires more attention than he's willing to dedicate to the summoning of his weapons and shields. They vanish as he drops down to a knee, hands outstretched and wondering how to stop it up. This mistake. ]
Hang on -- [ Gladio does not have many of these, but in his open hand bursts into being a vial that glows with a pure, warm light. Surely he has a cure for him before Sasuke bleeds out, right? Right? ]
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What happened should be the chiefest of question he asks. He finds few answers in such a short notice. ]
Sh- [ He can feel it, that slide of a honed blade powering through flesh that slides too easily through it, skin and muscle and blood and bone because it's not protected, not guarded, he didn't pull back-- ]
Shit, shit!!
[ Panic dumps adrenaline into his bloodstream, heightening every sensation, ever breath, every decision feels life threatening - this is a boon, makes him live every moment like it might be someone's last, makes him appreciate all his choices, all misadventures. But this one came completely out of left field - Gladio can't help but wheel in place, mentally pirouettes with a deep gasp and guttural demand for answers. ]
Sasuke! [ A demand that requires more attention than he's willing to dedicate to the summoning of his weapons and shields. They vanish as he drops down to a knee, hands outstretched and wondering how to stop it up. This mistake. ]
Hang on -- [ Gladio does not have many of these, but in his open hand bursts into being a vial that glows with a pure, warm light. Surely he has a cure for him before Sasuke bleeds out, right? Right? ]