Crack Shot

I was unaware of this! Thank you for informing me!

This blog, along with all my other blogs, are happily supportive of aces, aros, greys, and anyone in between! I don’t tend to question the finer points of how people identify. The mind is a strange place and I will support you!

The people not allowed on this blog are those who believe in excluding potential partners in arms out of a lack of understanding, or out of willful ignorance. Those willing to learn and grow are welcome and will be treated with patience but I will not tolerate hatred of innocent people attempting to merely exist.The others not allowed here are pedophiles. It’s not a sexuality. It’s not a disease. It’s disgusting, and they should feel guilty and come nowhere near me or my blog.This is a safe place.Bullies are not allowed.Do no harm, take no shit.

As four of the creatures go down, she uses her knife to take out the remaining ones ankle, causing it to topple, head smashing against the ground.

She looks up at the man who comes to kneel by her side. “I’ll be okay, I think. Hurt like hell through.” She answers. “Bastards tripped me up and my landed on some broken glass. A pain in the ass but I don’t think I’m going to bleed out. Thanks for the help. Appreciate mate.”

      “Good, we should get moving. Two thousand forty-two...”

       He stands back up, checking his pockets for how much   ammo        he has left. Only a couple clips worth. Hopefully there’s a house        here that was once a safehouse. He needs   to    collect   some        resources soon. He’s got food and water, not much else.

She knew something was wrong when Shinigami-sama kept anyone from Death Scythes from leaving the city, them doing all it could to stabilize the place- even putting up a barrier. But alas, it couldn’t stay up forever, and one day, it dissipated. The people were good at following orders, how else were people who weren’t born with the abilities they were to be able to Find such a remote and random place?

On top of that, she utterly refused to believe that the things that looked so lifeless and full of hunger would be the kind of thing her former teacher is. Sure, Sid was undead, but he was able to communicate and had full control over himself.

She spoke after a couple beats of silence.

“D-don’t worry. I’ve been through situations like this before. But never have I lost this much blood.”

That was honestly what she was terrified about. Tsubaki had a high pain tolerance, but the effects of blood loss were new and very scary to her.

       Telling him not to worry has literally no affect on how much he’s        worrying. He glances at you every so often, as if to make sure        you’re still kicking. He grabs a couple of bottles of water, and        opens one of them.