[The bear is pincushioned. Every chance he's able when not being bucked around, he plunges the dagger into the bear's backside. It rears and roars, and the fur breaks away under his gripping hand. He slips, bumps down, but grabs on again like he's unworried.
He's satisfied with the instigating. It's time to end it mercifully, no matter if it's a mutated creature or a normal one. But as he's scaling the bear's back, it decides, nevermind Kisa, it wants to charge for the tree. Damian thinks it's going to try to squash him.]
Watch out!
[He trips with the sudden burst forth, slamming down on his stomach and hanging on. He has to use the dagger as a climbing pick again, but the bear is unbothered by the pain. Tunnel vision. The struggle to the shoulders while holding on is something else. He shoves the dagger into the side of the bear's neck once he's far enough up, then flings himself over the shoulders and around front.
He drags the dagger with him, clinging to it, pulling it as far across the bear's neck as he can. As long as he's able, he keeps his legs tucked up, until the bear's front crashes down against the ground, and then he drops his heels to try to brake the slide all the way up to Kisa, two or so feet away.
When the rolling dirt settles and the bear ceases growling, all that's left is Damian's labored breathing in the alcove of the bear's head and chest. He yanks the dagger out, covered more than halfway with blood.]
[ Kisa's moved, darted to the side if just because she's not entirely ready to be plowed into by a bear; thankfully, Damian's stopped the attack at the last minute, but it still takes a few additional seconds for her to remember how to breathe.
But slowly, she takes a breath, and then moves forward the remaining two feet to check on Damian. She doesn't think she saw it bite him or get any kind of claw marks scored into his skin, but still. ]
[A moment or two of pause, and then he leans up out of the bulk of the bear as Kisa runs over.] I'm fine. [He's very bloody. There's no telling if it belongs to him or the bear, but bets are definitely on the bear because he's still standing.]
We should go. It made too much noise. Other things could be attracted.
[Despite being... gross, he takes her by the hand and turns them around, his other hand brandishing the dagger low. As if he didn't just bust a huge, mutated bear without breaking too much of a sweat.
He's not running, but unlike before, his pace is brisk and his strides are long. She'll have to work to keep up, at least until they're out of the forest.]
[ That's... probably to be expected, and she can't really blame him, nor does she flinch when he grasps her hand and tugs her along. And to her credit, Kisa does try to keep up, understanding Damian's urgency and staying silent in order to focus on the important things, like. Breathing. Not tripping in her haste to keep up.
Once they're out of the forest and Damian finally stops, though, she's (quietly) breathing hard, one hand pressed over her chest. ]
[Kisa doesn't have to worry about being alone. Damian's stamina is excellent; he's not out of breath, but he pauses alongside her when they're out of the forest so he can try to level his lungs out.
When he lets go of her hand, it's somewhat apologetic. He turns his over and peers at it. He's... covered in blood and messy. RIP. Sorry, Kisa for the dirty hand.]
Are you okay? [She's dying, Damian.] Let's make a deal right here not to go back into the forest for a long while. I'm getting tired of its games.
[WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO BREAK THIS PROMISE BETWEEN THEM. Damian surely.]
Stop apologizing. [It really doesn't come out as harsh as it otherwise would.] I went because I wanted to go. [And because Kisa shouldn't be alone, and because it was a quest, and because LISTEN.]
A hypothesis cannot be tested unless you're willing to experiment. Can you keep going? [But he doesn't begin moving just yet.] Do you want me to carry you?
N-no-- [ she really doesn't feel like being lugged around as a tiger right now, just because she's a little winded. So long as Damian isn't encouraging more speed-striding, she should be fine. ]
Alright. [He won’t push it. But he doesn’t take her hand again just for the sake of not smearing her with more blood. Great. He’s going to need to either take a cold wash or haul water to heat up to get a hot one. And he’s going to have to scrap these clothes because he isn’t sure they won’t be stained even cleaned.
The jacket is maybe worse. He doesn’t know if it’s lacquered for protection. Dammit.
His pace increases accidentally, and he has to force himself to wait for her. It’s clear, though, that he’s going over a thousand things in his head by his silence and his intense gaze at nothing in particular. A lot of planning and organization. It really isn’t a look most thirteen year old boys have.]
[The hand surprises him, but he doesn’t toss it off.] There’s a lot to do. [Without yanking, he brings her along. Back to the Flavo cottage since that’s where all of his supplies are in the first place.]
If you want to go home, you can. I’ve got to... [Well, he just kind of glances down at himself. Yeah. Bear blood and stuff. It’s fine.] Do some cleaning. [The jacket more importantly.]
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He's satisfied with the instigating. It's time to end it mercifully, no matter if it's a mutated creature or a normal one. But as he's scaling the bear's back, it decides, nevermind Kisa, it wants to charge for the tree. Damian thinks it's going to try to squash him.]
Watch out!
[He trips with the sudden burst forth, slamming down on his stomach and hanging on. He has to use the dagger as a climbing pick again, but the bear is unbothered by the pain. Tunnel vision. The struggle to the shoulders while holding on is something else. He shoves the dagger into the side of the bear's neck once he's far enough up, then flings himself over the shoulders and around front.
He drags the dagger with him, clinging to it, pulling it as far across the bear's neck as he can. As long as he's able, he keeps his legs tucked up, until the bear's front crashes down against the ground, and then he drops his heels to try to brake the slide all the way up to Kisa, two or so feet away.
When the rolling dirt settles and the bear ceases growling, all that's left is Damian's labored breathing in the alcove of the bear's head and chest. He yanks the dagger out, covered more than halfway with blood.]
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But slowly, she takes a breath, and then moves forward the remaining two feet to check on Damian. She doesn't think she saw it bite him or get any kind of claw marks scored into his skin, but still. ]
Are you okay...?
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We should go. It made too much noise. Other things could be attracted.
[Despite being... gross, he takes her by the hand and turns them around, his other hand brandishing the dagger low. As if he didn't just bust a huge, mutated bear without breaking too much of a sweat.
He's not running, but unlike before, his pace is brisk and his strides are long. She'll have to work to keep up, at least until they're out of the forest.]
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Once they're out of the forest and Damian finally stops, though, she's (quietly) breathing hard, one hand pressed over her chest. ]
my inbox was at 666 until this tag im dying
When he lets go of her hand, it's somewhat apologetic. He turns his over and peers at it. He's... covered in blood and messy. RIP. Sorry, Kisa for the dirty hand.]
Are you okay? [She's dying, Damian.] Let's make a deal right here not to go back into the forest for a long while. I'm getting tired of its games.
[WHO WILL BE THE FIRST TO BREAK THIS PROMISE BETWEEN THEM. Damian surely.]
I'm glad Kisa defeated the Devil
But yeah, give her a minute, she's still kind of wheezing. Kisa manages to nod, at least, to let him know that she's only temporarily dying. ]
Okay... I'm sorry... for making you come with... me...
[ Kisa, breathe. ]
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A hypothesis cannot be tested unless you're willing to experiment. Can you keep going? [But he doesn't begin moving just yet.] Do you want me to carry you?
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I'm okay... I can keep going.
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The jacket is maybe worse. He doesn’t know if it’s lacquered for protection. Dammit.
His pace increases accidentally, and he has to force himself to wait for her. It’s clear, though, that he’s going over a thousand things in his head by his silence and his intense gaze at nothing in particular. A lot of planning and organization. It really isn’t a look most thirteen year old boys have.]
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Which is why she quietly reaches out to catch hold of his hand anyway. It's fine. She doesn't care about getting dirty. ]
You're... thinking really hard.
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If you want to go home, you can. I’ve got to... [Well, he just kind of glances down at himself. Yeah. Bear blood and stuff. It’s fine.] Do some cleaning. [The jacket more importantly.]
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[ And he got like this protecting her in the first place. Kisa can definitely assist with cleaning. ]