Lutha sharply shoves at the grip on his shirt as he's dragged along, his amputated arm doing little other than causing a nuisance and maybe some bruises.
When Tsuru drags them to cover instead of battle, Lutha looks him over, as though expecting a wound of some sort. On confirmation that Tsuru is just needing a rest, the redhead looks exasperated, muttering a broken "for fuck's sake" as he turns on his heel, not hesitating to look for a decent vantage point to cover Tsuru, head tucked down against the rain and heart pounding hard at how it beats against his skin, how it hurts --]
Now is really not the best time for a nap, "old man". [His voice cracks through the retort, breathing hard despite the lack of exertion. But he swears in a foreign tongue and keeps his eyes trained on what Fatui he can see from their hiding spot, letting his grip on his weapon tighten so hard that he can feel the pain of tension through the fabric of his glove. Something, anything to keep him on his feet...]
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Lutha sharply shoves at the grip on his shirt as he's dragged along, his amputated arm doing little other than causing a nuisance and maybe some bruises.
When Tsuru drags them to cover instead of battle, Lutha looks him over, as though expecting a wound of some sort. On confirmation that Tsuru is just needing a rest, the redhead looks exasperated, muttering a broken "for fuck's sake" as he turns on his heel, not hesitating to look for a decent vantage point to cover Tsuru, head tucked down against the rain and heart pounding hard at how it beats against his skin, how it hurts --]
Now is really not the best time for a nap, "old man". [His voice cracks through the retort, breathing hard despite the lack of exertion. But he swears in a foreign tongue and keeps his eyes trained on what Fatui he can see from their hiding spot, letting his grip on his weapon tighten so hard that he can feel the pain of tension through the fabric of his glove. Something, anything to keep him on his feet...]