the wounds are open and bleeding out
An open target was a sweet one indeed, and Ronin did little to slow himself down as he realised his attack would hit. The hunter would tackle Loren, his shoulder aimed squarely at the Launceleyn's sternum to try and wind him, and he threw mindless, maddening force into it. It was no surprise, then, that the blow sent them both tumbling to the ground, Ronin fighting to get the librarian beneath him so he could bring up already torn and bloodied fists and rain blows down upon him. "You should have let me leave," he snarled through a hideous laugh.
THE
FALLEN STAR
