Originally Posted by
ThirdEmperor
Shoulda Stayed Out of the Red Zone
Wrath overbalances as his strike meets thin air, the crook's blade slicing open the muscles and fatty tissue of his leg before he can right himself. Blood joins the rainwater pooling in the dips and depressions of the alleyway, the charge becoming a stumble that sends the vigilante crashing into a pile of garbage left at the mouth of the alley.
Not a very glorious start to his holy crusade. But at least it isn't an end to it- By another turn of good fortune the bounty-hunter's blade somehow missed the crucial Achilles tendon. He won't be matching his opponent's fancy footwork any time soon, but grabbing hold of a window ledge Wrath manages to pull himself back on his feet, favoring the uninjured leg heavily.
You- You sure this is worth your life? Still time to call this all off and leave. Fine words coming from someone who's quite visibly in pain just from standing.