[center][h2][color=tomato]Ezekiel "Ease" Evans [/color][/h2][/center]
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The kid smiled at his words to which Ease smiled back. He admits that the nice guy thing is a bit corny but hey? It felt good seeing the kid smile despite everything that was happening. Hell, it actually cheered him up a bit. The kid proceeded to shake his head a bit, probably to get rid of any guilt he had for his little joke. He chuckled a bit at it, mostly in a bid to help ease him in a bit more and relax him. Then this happened.

[color=004b80]"See listen here man. I hear, I understand you, communication is not a problem. But you see.....I am not the smartest guy around and you see.......later!"[/color]

What did he mean communication wasn't a prob-Wait what's he doing?! In the second that followed, he saw the kid charge over between Vesta and Aleph.

The next few seconds Ease's mind stopped functioning. It was functioning for sure since he was cursing in his mind the entire time, but his body was operated purely by instinct. As the kid dived in to take the slash Aleph was making, so too did Ease. He barred his fist back as he did and began to draw his sword. Due to his more defined training and body in comparison to his, he was barely able to catch up to him. He made a punch towards the kid in a desperate attempt to get him out of the way. Ease turned his body so his faced towards Aleph just as his fist was going forth. His sword attempted to block the slash in a last minute deflect, but it was all in vain. The slash connected. Ease bit down on his tongue as he prepared for the impact.

He hit the concrete hard afterwards, even bouncing in the air from impact. His sword flew to his left side. Ratatosk jumped out of his shirt as not to get crushed by his falling body. Ease lied down for those few seconds and could already feel that familiar wet feeling. Quick flashes of memory came forth as he remembered the werewolf that gutted him the first day he was here. In response to them he peered his head up to see his wound. Were they serious? They had to be. From what he could barely see, it seemed like a flesh wound to the chest primarily. Deep flesh, though. They hurt like the dickens that's for sure, but it didn't seem to get further than just muscle. So it seemed [color=tomato]"Thank God...my clothes are pretty thick.[/color] In actuality, his clothes barely softened that blow, but he needed something to think on. His head hit concrete again. He could still tell he was losing blood though.

Shit...Was he gonna die again? He was doing so good on preventing that. No...Maybe [color=tomato]"SOMEONE! Quit fighting and get a...medic! Please..."[/color] He said, his voice straining after his yell. He needed to save his energy. He needed to last. He wanted to shout at the kid but...he just couldn't. [color=tomato][i]Why...Do people...have to play hero?[/i][/color]

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