run xian, run!!

[Cactus]

OOC: aight, i've had enough of this.

Twisting away from the attack, Cole managed to avoid the machete...but the corkscrew was another matter. Feeling it stab into his skin and (while missing the bone) lodge itself in his arm, he yelled in pain. Finally, the marijuana had worn off. This was one fight that Cole decided - he'd had enough of. Reaching over and scooping up his bag, he slung it around his injured arm/shoulder. As Andrew was in the way of the entrance, he jabbed his sledgehammer at the other boy's face. Sensing that he would likely recoil, Cole shoved him into the wall, and began to start running. As he passed by Xian, he did the only rational thing he could think of - and grabbed her by the waist with his good arm, slinging her over his shoulder, and taking off running into the bushes, and away from the obviously crazy boy...


((Continued in: Bruised and Bleeding...))

[Slayer†]

Having driven away the two others, Andrew sat on the ground, clearly exhausted and in great pain. The victory was bittersweet. For a time, he deliberated on chasing them or not. He chose not to though, since he may or may not fall into a trap if he did that. Tired from that duel that had felt like it had gone on for hours (in reality only minutes), Andrew fell asleep right then and there, his blood pooling out and his skin paling as his adrenaline slowed down.

When he woke up, he was much paler and felt weak. Taking off his shirt and wincing as some skin was scraped off, he used the discarded machete to tear a long strip off of his shirt. Placing the machete down, he haphazardly wrapped it around himself in an effort to tie down the wound. He would not know this, but he was only partly successful, a small part was uncovered and would stil leak out blood, sapping out his strength for the remainder of his time on the island. Slipping his shirt on, he took the machete and picked up his pack from the bushes, heading out in an undetermined direction.
OOC: Continued elsewhere. I'm sorry how crappy this character was, I didn't really know what I was doing.

(Continued in: Chi Masumi, G12, Begins)