[The ground feels like it's shifting under him, opening to swallow him whole - and through a fog of fury and dread and terror, his body twisting and struggling on its own, he realizes that enough of him has already made its peace with letting the enemy wrestle him down and kill him. Or not kill him. It makes no difference what it wants; the sad joke is on it, with nothing left of him to rattle, to break.
His knife jerks free, dripping. And as it readies for another thrust, Isaac waits for release, hopes for it, like a sick, rotting brain waits for a bullet. But it drives back into his attacker instead, and it breaks the hold the other has on him long enough for Isaac to wrench himself out from under its weight. Panting raggedly, he rolls around to face it, his eyes raw and wet. He squints against the glow of what he recognizes as Hector's fairy. Hector is there too, just behind it. Dark blots of blood spreading through his tunic.]
Murderer! [Isaac screams, unhinged, his arms high over his head as he lurches for him like a mindless living corpse before slamming his dagger down on any part of Hector he can reach, all his weight, his futile rage, behind it.] You let her die!
[Shuddering, he deflates, his body crumpling over the knife still tight in both his hands.]
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His knife jerks free, dripping. And as it readies for another thrust, Isaac waits for release, hopes for it, like a sick, rotting brain waits for a bullet. But it drives back into his attacker instead, and it breaks the hold the other has on him long enough for Isaac to wrench himself out from under its weight. Panting raggedly, he rolls around to face it, his eyes raw and wet. He squints against the glow of what he recognizes as Hector's fairy. Hector is there too, just behind it. Dark blots of blood spreading through his tunic.]
Murderer! [Isaac screams, unhinged, his arms high over his head as he lurches for him like a mindless living corpse before slamming his dagger down on any part of Hector he can reach, all his weight, his futile rage, behind it.] You let her die!
[Shuddering, he deflates, his body crumpling over the knife still tight in both his hands.]