This is pretty much the best DNW face ever made. :D
Note: THIS IS REALLY REALLY CUTE.
ANOTHER NOTE: BANG WANTS A DESTRUCTIVE ROBOT DONGSAENG!
The Lupus boy never had a chance to scream – the knife had been too deep, the cut too thorough for that. Jonghyun kept his eyes on Greyhound as the taller, older…more responsible player collapsed. Retched like a drunk on a bender, back arched despite the blood staining it. He kept his grip on the chain until the kid went completely limp before he let go, let the dead body fall to the ground. It crumpled like a doll, and Jonghyun spat, derisively, stepping over it.
Bang couldn’t look up. Couldn’t think straight, couldn’t breath right, and couldn’t form words. He stared at the grey, bloodstained cement between his arms, the cold and wet seeping through his jeans though right then he really didn’t care. He knew what the Viper had done, and that was bad enough.
“Can’t get much worse right now, puppy,” Jonghyun ground out, barely paying attention to the voice from behind him, dark eyes fixed on the Lupus on his knees in front of him. He ducked down to take up the chain, giving it an experimental tug as he watched the kid. The kid digging in his boot for…what. Holdout dagger? Jonghyun’s lips quirked beneath the blood and dirt on his face as he tightened his grip on the chain and pulled. Just a little jerk, barely shifting the blade sunk into the kid’s skin, doubtlessly grating against bone…
There was a strange, strangled, liquid sound as the Hydrus player moved, and pressure on the chain as the other player yanked on it. Bang barely listened to the other man’s constant dialogue as he grabbed the knife, on his knees despite the claws through his calf. He spun, then, legs still pinned together, unable to get up, and… paused, his arm cocked, the knife held between his fingers.
The greyhound lunged for his hand, but Jonghyun was already in motion, had already pulled his fingers out the pantera claws and rolled backwards, out of reach, still grinning. He left the heavy blades still sunk into the Lupus’ calf, stepping on the thin chain that connected one of the pack to the other – lightly. Gently. Even that little motion was enough to make the other boy yelp, his hand closed around the kyoketsu’s hilt. Jonghyun winked at him before ducking down to look the greyhound in the eye, hand going to the fallen rifle.
He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe.
Bang wheezed as the back of his head hit the ground, literally biting through his lip this time around as he hugged himself. His arms wrapped around his chest as he watched the Viper and Hyodae, their figures blurry in the mist and drizzle, and Hyodae’s hands were still pressed to the hooked part of the blade though it looked like he was about to yank it out.
The thick, heavy rifle’s stock slammed into Jonghyun’s arm and he couldn’t bite back a wordless yowl of pain when it hit the cuts seeping through his sleeve – but he let it push him down, and kept going half on his hands and knees. He’d heard the kid with the rifle’s scream by now, felt resistance on the other end of his chain.
The claws cut through the skin covering his shin, then sank deep into the muscle of Bang’s calf as he fell backwards, unable to keep his balance. He caught himself eventually on his bad arm and cried out, though Hyodae made a louder, more strangled noise behind him and Bang bit off any further sound as he jerked to look over his shoulder, leaning to grab at the chains around his ankles once he realized just what was going on.
And the problem was, Jonghyun knew it, too. The brushburn on his stomach ached, the bruises on his hip, his back, his thigh, but the greyhound was backing up, he was giving up ground, and Jonghyun raised his hands, the kyoketsu-shoge’s blade already dripping in the rain.
“I would have made it quick,” he sneered, taking another step forward. “Remember that, k?”
He swung the chain, caught the kyoketsu by the blade, and threw it -as hard as he could, aimed as carefully as he could in the rainy half-light- at the gunman, the kid who couldn’t have hit the broad side of a barn. He sprinted towards Greyhound a second later, without waiting to see if the knife hit home. The chain jangled in his fingers as his free hand slammed into the sheath on his other side.
When he pulled it free, his fingers gleamed.
He’d put his back to the Viper again, but unlike in nature Bang doubted this had lessened his threat to the other man. His fangs were out still and Bang had a feeling they were pretty well screwed. And Hyodae was yelling in pain, now, the rifle falling to the ground as the blade attached to the chain hit its mark. There was blood now, too, from his pack mate. First blood, likely, as he pressed his hand to his throat where neck met shoulder, clearly blinking back tears.
The fountains hissed, and Jonghyun made a sound that was sort of like it when his shirt and jacket pulled up, his stomach scraping on the pavement as the fucking stupid Greyhound dragged him back; right when his fingertips caught the polished stock of his crossbow. His fingers slipped, and he winced, curling instinctively when gunfire rang out again, showering them both with heated splinters of concrete – but the bullet still missed him by a lot.
There was his baton—within reach, almost. Shivering and wincing Bang rolled again, pushing himself up to his knees with his good arm as he grabbed for the baton, only to realize his fingers wouldn’t close around it, the bolt in his shoulder impeding his range of motion and sending another rolling wave of nausea through him. He tried again, but his fingers were stiff—numb and tingly feeling and he forced himself to fall against that arm instead, fire shooting through his shoulder as he grabbed the baton with his left hand.