[ dito had barely registered midori and ranger's presence again, all things considered. that being the ugly, toothy mouth that's a little too close to his head for comfort.
oh, he's sick. he's wondering what he can do possibly delay the annoyance of having to deal with a major (maybe fatal?) injury. at least until he hears a familiar voice, even if he isn't really fixated on it because goddammit he's about to lose his head to this fucking thing.
at least that's what he's thinking, until he feels the sudden sharp pierce of his own spear delving through his chest.
hell, he thinks he hears it before he even feels it — the sound of it rapidly hitting through flesh, the dull pain that permeates a bit too slowly for him to full comprehend what's happening. that is, until he looks down and sees his own spear impaled through him.
fan-fucking-tastic.
he groans more in frustration than pain as he winces one eye closed, hands moving down to grab at the base of his spear that's presently pierced through the front of him as he continues to struggle, thinking maybe he can pull the spear out himself and keep on.
but he doesn't end up having any time to pull it out, because suddenly he's getting thrown across the room. he hears the thing screeching in pain at least, registering a flash of light in the corner of his eye, but dito's really not focusing on much aside from noticing it. he's far more focused on his own spear that's currently skewered through him. ]
kms
oh, he's sick. he's wondering what he can do possibly delay the annoyance of having to deal with a major (maybe fatal?) injury. at least until he hears a familiar voice, even if he isn't really fixated on it because goddammit he's about to lose his head to this fucking thing.
at least that's what he's thinking, until he feels the sudden sharp pierce of his own spear delving through his chest.
hell, he thinks he hears it before he even feels it — the sound of it rapidly hitting through flesh, the dull pain that permeates a bit too slowly for him to full comprehend what's happening. that is, until he looks down and sees his own spear impaled through him.
fan-fucking-tastic.
he groans more in frustration than pain as he winces one eye closed, hands moving down to grab at the base of his spear that's presently pierced through the front of him as he continues to struggle, thinking maybe he can pull the spear out himself and keep on.
but he doesn't end up having any time to pull it out, because suddenly he's getting thrown across the room. he hears the thing screeching in pain at least, registering a flash of light in the corner of his eye, but dito's really not focusing on much aside from noticing it. he's far more focused on his own spear that's currently skewered through him. ]