[A choked, wordless yell escaped him, the sting of a knife's blade piercing him when he'd least expected it. He lost his momentum, crashing to the floor again on his side.
Rin took in a shaky breath, using even shakier arms to push himself up again, to keep himself in the fight. He was keeping count: every single injury the prince gave him, every single time that knife cut into his skin. He was determined not to forget a single one, to repay them all double. Pesca Corsica might have been no more, but he'd be damned if he let that part of their creed go forgotten, if he let some idiot out of nowhere get the best of him twice.
So much for not having to take out his own knives. With his left leg cut up, he couldn't possibly rely on just hand to hand, not with the speed he'd have in that state. But he could, however, still move. He'd be nowhere near the top of his game now, but that hardly meant giving up.
With his right hand, he reached inside his waist bag for his weapons, while he set his left on the ground and used it to unsteadily prop himself up on his right knee. If he could just... drag his left leg enough to get back to a standing position...
As he kept moving toward dragging himself back into a standing positon, he was tempted to at least throw one of his knives then, to get a shot in like he'd failed to do last time, but thought better of it. He had only the two stilettos and the fight was just beginning, unlike his desperate position the last time. He couldn't afford to be left with only one for the rest of the fight, knew it would have been downright stupid.]
[Offline] +50 for ouch his leg...!!
Rin took in a shaky breath, using even shakier arms to push himself up again, to keep himself in the fight. He was keeping count: every single injury the prince gave him, every single time that knife cut into his skin. He was determined not to forget a single one, to repay them all double. Pesca Corsica might have been no more, but he'd be damned if he let that part of their creed go forgotten, if he let some idiot out of nowhere get the best of him twice.
So much for not having to take out his own knives. With his left leg cut up, he couldn't possibly rely on just hand to hand, not with the speed he'd have in that state. But he could, however, still move. He'd be nowhere near the top of his game now, but that hardly meant giving up.
With his right hand, he reached inside his waist bag for his weapons, while he set his left on the ground and used it to unsteadily prop himself up on his right knee. If he could just... drag his left leg enough to get back to a standing position...
As he kept moving toward dragging himself back into a standing positon, he was tempted to at least throw one of his knives then, to get a shot in like he'd failed to do last time, but thought better of it. He had only the two stilettos and the fight was just beginning, unlike his desperate position the last time. He couldn't afford to be left with only one for the rest of the fight, knew it would have been downright stupid.]