[h2][color=red]Wednesday[/color][/h2][hr]

This whole situation was fucked.

[color=#FA271E]"Jeers aside, apologies for that, purely reactionary shot when your plantman entangled my leg."[/color]

[color=red]"Shut up."[/color] 

That's all there was to it. Wednesday was tired of hearing this man talk. He said to much and did all the wrong things. She stood to her full height and turned away. She pulled her clothing to the side with the hand that was pressing the wound, and exposed her shoulder. She lifted her slackened hand and dug what was left of the projectile out of her shoulder, breathing heavily and slowly as she did so as to not cry out in pain. When she dug it out, she noted that the substance was like that of a large and hard scab.

[color=red]"Disgusting."[/color] Wednesday said under her breath, dropping the projectile. She moved away to a tree, and leaned against it. She pulled a branch from one of it's limbs and put it in her mouth for her to bite down on. She sucked in a deep breath though her nose, and the brilliant orange and yellow tones returned to her index finger and thumb. Tentatively, she pressed the her fingers against the bullet wound and pressed together. Wednesday sunk her teeth into the stick and shut her eyes in pain, and let out a flurry of muffled and incomprehensible curses. The whole ordeal was only a few seconds, but they were grueling. The heat drained from her hand and her arm dropped. She reclined against the tree for a few moments, simply breathing. Then, Wednesday opened her eyes and took the stick out of her mouth. She breathed again for a few moments. She pulled her hand away from her shoulder, allowing the clothing she had previously been restricting with her hand to move back into place to cover the ugly burn scar she had left behind. It was replacing one even with another, but at least this evil didn't bleed.

She pushed off of the tree and stood up, rolling her injured shoulder. She winced, but powered through the pain.

[color=red]"Lets just go."[/color] she hissed, shooting a glare back at the three of them. She wasn't mad at Estal or Rico. Rico had restrained the man, and Estal had shown enough concern to at least approach her before shying away. She understood that. It was dangerous being near her when she was like this. Despite this, she was angry.

[color=red]"Follow me. And you-"[/color] she said, her eyes falling to Jack.

[color=red]"One wrong move, and I will burn this forest to the ground. With you in it."[/color]


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