[ He's a reluctant fighter, but there's not much he can do when there's a crowd all ganging up on him at once. By some miracle, he's not badly hurt; his face is bruised (again) and his lip has been split rather badly, but no one's gotten in a bad kick to his poor, maligned ribs. And no broken bones, which is its own blessing. His synthetics are strong but not impervious.
At least, that's how he was doing until the latest hit. He'd crashed into the ground with dizzying force, enough to make him loll groggily for a moment. Blurry enough from the hard hit to his head that he doesn't even object to Wash manhandling him at first. (Concussed? He might be; his vision swims uncannily in front of his eyes.) ]
Where're we going? [ The words come out slurred, vague. He watches his own dangling feet with confusion, unsure of how he's managing to do that. ] Somewhere fun?
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At least, that's how he was doing until the latest hit. He'd crashed into the ground with dizzying force, enough to make him loll groggily for a moment. Blurry enough from the hard hit to his head that he doesn't even object to Wash manhandling him at first. (Concussed? He might be; his vision swims uncannily in front of his eyes.) ]
Where're we going? [ The words come out slurred, vague. He watches his own dangling feet with confusion, unsure of how he's managing to do that. ] Somewhere fun?