[ There's a flurry of curses and he does feel tears prick at the corners of his eyes; he hasn't even had a papercut as a mortal yet, so being shot in the foot by a rather antique pistol is more pain than he knows how to express. But as France taunts him, he snarls and and scrabbles at the ground with his fingers, lets out a huaaaaah sound and manages to slowly rise to a knee with a pained noise, then after a moment, finds his way to get some sort of standing before him. ]
[ It's enough time to feel his anger flare, his temper break and the adrenaline rush wash away all thoughts of logic, and gun or no gun, he lunges at France. ]
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HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING
Date: 2011-10-26 02:32 am (UTC)[ It's enough time to feel his anger flare, his temper break and the adrenaline rush wash away all thoughts of logic, and gun or no gun, he lunges at France. ]