When Lipton had been caught in a tank shell blast, his memory went from standing in the middle of the road shouting for the 3rd platoon to take cover, to sitting crumpled against a brick wall as blood spread across his uniform and Talbert appeared above him. This was different - he was fully aware as he crashed up against the wall and chains snaked around his wrists. He shook his head, his vision blurring after the way his head had smacked against the wall, tugging at his constraints uselessly.
It would be no use to call out for help - Lao could barely stand, and he knew better than to distract Sonya when she already was at a severe disadvantage health-wise, and attempting hand-to-hand combat with a sorcerer. He pulled at his wrists, frustrated, dreading having to watch Sonya fight what was shaping up to be a losing battle against Tsung.
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Re: dun dun dun
on 2011-05-29 05:29 am (UTC)It would be no use to call out for help - Lao could barely stand, and he knew better than to distract Sonya when she already was at a severe disadvantage health-wise, and attempting hand-to-hand combat with a sorcerer. He pulled at his wrists, frustrated, dreading having to watch Sonya fight what was shaping up to be a losing battle against Tsung.