Even through the smoke and the dirt and the leaves, despite the darkness and his mask, the clouds their breaths make, he can see it. Riku's eyes are red and his lashes stick together. There's a smear of dark blood across his bottom lip and around one nostril, his left eye is turning purple. But instead of looking back at him or even staring wildly at the cord that's wrapped around his arms and chest, he looks at something else.
Another vision, Bruce thinks. Not Sora, who he can't help but call for. Someone he feels less fond of- a reason for his pupils to widen, for the wary creases in his face. The rise and fall of his chest increases and Bruce's next thought is that he might hyperventilate, that some kind of panic is beginning to saturate. The concern isn't cut off by the blade that appears in his hand, but it is tempered. Restrained doesn't mean safe, Bruce knows this, it's a lesson he's learned the hard way and one he's reminded of again now. But before he can charge, Riku seems to freeze in place, startled by the vision.
Bruce weighs his options in rapid succession.
There are many different ways to make a person unconscious, he knows a rear chokehold would give him a few seconds, that he could hit the nose, the side of the head, or the chin and that also is likely to result in brain damage. But many of these methods also require Bruce to narrow the distance- to not just get close, but stay close. For as long as it takes. It wasn't ideal to begin with, but now Riku is armed and Bruce has, he suspects, at least one broken rib and perhaps two broken fingers.
He reaches for a narrow case along the back his belt instead; it is little more than two inches wide and inside are a pair of syringes. He thinks he will only have time for one, but also that there isn't an abundance of ketamine here. It would be ideal to save something. The decision is made. Bruce rolls towards him and raises his left arm just high enough to be level with Riku's face, to draw his eye. And he sticks him with the syringe with the other, a little too high on the thigh. That's unfortunate, it will probably sting.]
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Even through the smoke and the dirt and the leaves, despite the darkness and his mask, the clouds their breaths make, he can see it. Riku's eyes are red and his lashes stick together. There's a smear of dark blood across his bottom lip and around one nostril, his left eye is turning purple. But instead of looking back at him or even staring wildly at the cord that's wrapped around his arms and chest, he looks at something else.
Another vision, Bruce thinks. Not Sora, who he can't help but call for. Someone he feels less fond of- a reason for his pupils to widen, for the wary creases in his face. The rise and fall of his chest increases and Bruce's next thought is that he might hyperventilate, that some kind of panic is beginning to saturate. The concern isn't cut off by the blade that appears in his hand, but it is tempered. Restrained doesn't mean safe, Bruce knows this, it's a lesson he's learned the hard way and one he's reminded of again now. But before he can charge, Riku seems to freeze in place, startled by the vision.
Bruce weighs his options in rapid succession.
There are many different ways to make a person unconscious, he knows a rear chokehold would give him a few seconds, that he could hit the nose, the side of the head, or the chin and that also is likely to result in brain damage. But many of these methods also require Bruce to narrow the distance- to not just get close, but stay close. For as long as it takes. It wasn't ideal to begin with, but now Riku is armed and Bruce has, he suspects, at least one broken rib and perhaps two broken fingers.
He reaches for a narrow case along the back his belt instead; it is little more than two inches wide and inside are a pair of syringes. He thinks he will only have time for one, but also that there isn't an abundance of ketamine here. It would be ideal to save something. The decision is made. Bruce rolls towards him and raises his left arm just high enough to be level with Riku's face, to draw his eye. And he sticks him with the syringe with the other, a little too high on the thigh. That's unfortunate, it will probably sting.]