#pugnatorisms

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                                                                           ❝ — you’re back. ❞ 

                                                              ( don’t mind the breathlessness. 

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God knows he didn’t see the plan ending up like this of all things. It felt as if something had lodged itself right into the center of his chest as he saw Locus standing behind Tucker and the other two losers, the memory of it all clear as day. 

Trying to get up from whatever the hell had happened Felix was greeted with an onslaught of pain that sent him right back down to the cool ground. A few swear words, followed by a string of noises soon followed his  failed attempt at getting up. It was then, as the mercenary was laying on the ground, alone of all things that something hit him.

His worst fear, the deepest  of his fears had came TRUE. The man he had feared had ended up being the one to take him down, to tear him to pieces. Hands coming up to try and pry his helmet off, Felix let out another pained noise before finally getting the thing off.  Everything hurt, god did it hurt, and yet there was one person on his mind this  whole time. Locus, where was Locus?

Rolling himself over to his stomach, the male had to push himself to start crawling, god knows where but he needed to. He needed to get out of here, he needed to find LOCUS. Crawling as much as he could, Felix could feel himself slowly slipping from reality, the images of Locus, the sounds of his words in those last moments clear as day. Falling to a dead stop, Felix let out another series of noises. Just what the hell was going on with him? Just what the hell was happening? Was...was he really cracking now of all the times? Vision blurring together, Felix was able to make out a distinct figure before him, or at least the feet of someone who he knew.

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