Date: 2013-05-09 08:28 am (UTC)
Droplets of blood went flying as the air whuffed out of him with the blow, cutting off his berzerker roar. But he was too far gone into the red now to pay attention to a little thing like lack of breath.
Rebounding off the dresser from the force of the punch, he began to swing his own unchained arm wildly, not caring what it connected with, as he lunged forward still biting at whatever he could reach.
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