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| Elden didn't spare a glance to Des, seeing as she was still fighting, that meant she was well enough to keep while he dealt with this guy. He knew if he looked at her, now that the threat was down to just one man, he wouldn't be able to finish this. He'd have to go to her, make sure she was alright... So he just didn't look, he kept his focus on Derek, murder clear in his hazel eyes as he slowly advanced on the downed man. As Derek began to yell about being stabbed, and who he was, a wicked smirk slowly spread across Elden's face. It was the sort of thing you imagined on the face of someone who really enjoyed causing pain, were you could swear you'd seen a demon in their eyes. He motioned the the still spreading stain at his side, showing he'd only been returning the favor. He wasn't about to let Derek get away with that he'd been doing, what he'd been trying to do. With that smirk still plastered on his face, he finally spoke, the words coming out in a growl "Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have the slightest clue who your Fucking with?" As the man started trying to crawl away, Elden all but pounced on him. Slamming his already bloodied fist into the boys face, over and over again. He didn't stop till Des' shriek cut through the haze of his brain. With a final, viscous strike to Derek's pretty face, he moved back towards the suv. He leaned in, murmuring her name as he wrapped a hand around her wrist to draw her towards him. He needed to see for sure that she was still in one piece, that she wasn't bleeding and nothing was broken. He didn't think that she might react before she knew it was him. "Des, You ok?" He had a spare jacket behind the seat of his truck that she could wear to cover herself. He also had some large zip ties that he could use to cuff the boys till the sheriff got there. |
.twenty.two. .6'4". brown hair .brown eyes. .scar on left cheek. .Ford F-100 Cruiser. Dove Grey .Marine Scout Sniper. .Gunnery Sergeant. .Third Tour of Duty. |
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