( nothing like having your own strength turned against you, and he's pretty sure there are plenty of tales about beautiful women and sharp blades. braced, ready, and his teeth still grit and muscles spasm with the charring of his skin, with flesh crackling and the sizzle of his blood along. there is worse pain, that he knows. doesn't mean his skin doesn't take on a new pallor and there isn't a dangerous moment where he might just pass out, even as his voice strains with a yell that he's making himself swallow.
max growls, whines at his would-be physician, and is about to drag a slobbery tongue over herc's face when he stops the beast's head with an armoured hand, gently pushing back. ) Don't you dare.
( herc's breath comes ragged, frankly he looks terrible, but at least he's not bleeding. he'd try and express a coherent word that comes out as more than a strained growl. the good lady just gets a nod, weary. )
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max growls, whines at his would-be physician, and is about to drag a slobbery tongue over herc's face when he stops the beast's head with an armoured hand, gently pushing back. ) Don't you dare.
( herc's breath comes ragged, frankly he looks terrible, but at least he's not bleeding. he'd try and express a coherent word that comes out as more than a strained growl. the good lady just gets a nod, weary. )