[He takes the hand without thinking. There have been plenty of little hixura--or rather, werewolves--on his team who possessed more strength than they seemed capable of, and Yang has demonstrated some incredible powers he doesn't know how to begin to parse. His other arm is still clutching tight to his side where the worst of the damage is done, and he grunts as she helps him finally get upright again.]
Not... not something I'm likely to forget.
[He has to concede a point, even though there's a part of him that wants to try again. Under different circumstances? Certainly, now that he understands the extent of these gems' horrific change. There's a part of him that is spooked now, too. Is that him, waiting to happen? Will he be shot in the face, the thing wedged in his chest that is now supposedly the very heart of him encased in a glowing bubble, left to float here for eternity?
The fear gives him strength, and he finally pushes away from her, wobbling a little on otherwise heavy, steady legs.
He has to concede another point.]
Where do you go when you're hurt? This is... not good.
[He's seen worse, and this wound, though it shrills warnings that nearly drown out coherent thought, isn't all that much worse than the horrible feeling of transformation. Usually his kind are quick to reknit minor scratches and bruises, but this is bigger than that by a fair margin.]
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Not... not something I'm likely to forget.
[He has to concede a point, even though there's a part of him that wants to try again. Under different circumstances? Certainly, now that he understands the extent of these gems' horrific change. There's a part of him that is spooked now, too. Is that him, waiting to happen? Will he be shot in the face, the thing wedged in his chest that is now supposedly the very heart of him encased in a glowing bubble, left to float here for eternity?
The fear gives him strength, and he finally pushes away from her, wobbling a little on otherwise heavy, steady legs.
He has to concede another point.]
Where do you go when you're hurt? This is... not good.
[He's seen worse, and this wound, though it shrills warnings that nearly drown out coherent thought, isn't all that much worse than the horrible feeling of transformation. Usually his kind are quick to reknit minor scratches and bruises, but this is bigger than that by a fair margin.]