[Angus is busy gasping, rolling in the sand and dust to try and avoid the flashing swing of the knife. When he pushes himself up again, messily swiping wet caked red dust from his glasses, he looks up at -
a kid. A kid fighting and helping him, and holy shit!]
I'm fine! Thank you!
[Angus's eyes grow wider as the knifed attacker regroups and marches towards Edward, an angry grimace on his face.]
no subject
a kid. A kid fighting and helping him, and holy shit!]
I'm fine! Thank you!
[Angus's eyes grow wider as the knifed attacker regroups and marches towards Edward, an angry grimace on his face.]
Watch out!