It was the worst idea, but he didn't care. He couldn't care, because he had to do something, and the sword felt fucking good in his hand. Fucking right. This was Star Wars level shit here, and he was a damn Jedi.
But then Felix just had to bring up Wash, didn't he? Something constricted in his chest, and in that moment he saw red. Motherfucker didn't have a right to say his goddamn name after everything he did to them, put them all through. Sure, maybe he was protective over Wash, but that's....that's because they were friends. Teammates. His fucking leader. So yeah. Yeah. It made sense. It wasn't about tha--
"Son-a-bitch."
He heard the grenade drop and he was already running out, trying to avoid it because not everyone had stupid shields. The explosion behind him pushed him forward, sent him rolling, but it was in the open, without somewhere to hide.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Somehow, he had managed to hold onto his sword, his fingers tight around the handle, the blade still on. One hand found the ground as he pushed himself up, trying to roll, to get to his feet, to do anything.
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But then Felix just had to bring up Wash, didn't he? Something constricted in his chest, and in that moment he saw red. Motherfucker didn't have a right to say his goddamn name after everything he did to them, put them all through. Sure, maybe he was protective over Wash, but that's....that's because they were friends. Teammates. His fucking leader. So yeah. Yeah. It made sense. It wasn't about tha--
"Son-a-bitch."
He heard the grenade drop and he was already running out, trying to avoid it because not everyone had stupid shields. The explosion behind him pushed him forward, sent him rolling, but it was in the open, without somewhere to hide.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Somehow, he had managed to hold onto his sword, his fingers tight around the handle, the blade still on. One hand found the ground as he pushed himself up, trying to roll, to get to his feet, to do anything.