He felt the fist connect with the underside of his jaw before he saw it. A sharp jab that flicked his head back and made his teeth clack together painfully. He was thankful he had kept his tongue out of the way.
He supposed this was a natural escalation. He had been shouting some pretty heavy things. Some people just didn't like to hear the truth.
All thoughts were shocked from his skull as another fist hit his cheekbone, sending him reeling against the alley wall.
He could hear the words of the people above him, the snarling of beasts, of sheep who keep their heads down and don't see what was around them. It was then he noticed he had slipped down the wall into the muck that collected down the alleyways.
The war raged around them and they, they just ignored it. They just let it happen. They went about their days as men and women died for a pointless cause. He hated it. He hated how corrupt it all was, how people died for stupid, pointless things. How people starved, how people went without water, shelter. Some of them were the best that humanity could offer.
He spat out a tooth. His tongue probing at the now missing molar, his eyes closed from the pain in his face and bleeding nose as he heard the people saunter away, snarls still on their barbaric lips.
Slowly, he stood, his legs shaking as he wiped away some sweat that had fallen into his eyes. Maybe it was blood. He could barely tell.He coughed carefully, grumbling to himself as he pushed his dark blue hair from his red eyes. He slowly opened the one he could open, which wasn't swollen shut and looked at his hands.
They were red. Of course he wouldn't be able to tell if he had any blood on his palms. His natural coloration stained his hands and feet red. He tutted quietly as he ran his palms down his shirt, leaving streaks of red. Well. Maybe he was bleeding.
He supposed this was a natural escalation. He had been shouting some pretty heavy things. Some people just didn't like to hear the truth.
All thoughts were shocked from his skull as another fist hit his cheekbone, sending him reeling against the alley wall.
He could hear the words of the people above him, the snarling of beasts, of sheep who keep their heads down and don't see what was around them. It was then he noticed he had slipped down the wall into the muck that collected down the alleyways.
The war raged around them and they, they just ignored it. They just let it happen. They went about their days as men and women died for a pointless cause. He hated it. He hated how corrupt it all was, how people died for stupid, pointless things. How people starved, how people went without water, shelter. Some of them were the best that humanity could offer.
He spat out a tooth. His tongue probing at the now missing molar, his eyes closed from the pain in his face and bleeding nose as he heard the people saunter away, snarls still on their barbaric lips.
Slowly, he stood, his legs shaking as he wiped away some sweat that had fallen into his eyes. Maybe it was blood. He could barely tell.He coughed carefully, grumbling to himself as he pushed his dark blue hair from his red eyes. He slowly opened the one he could open, which wasn't swollen shut and looked at his hands.
They were red. Of course he wouldn't be able to tell if he had any blood on his palms. His natural coloration stained his hands and feet red. He tutted quietly as he ran his palms down his shirt, leaving streaks of red. Well. Maybe he was bleeding.