justoscar: (alarned)
Oscar 'Little Cute Boy' Pine ([personal profile] justoscar) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2021-12-28 03:17 am (UTC)

[Any words Oscar had to give Mabel about trust and faith in the people he chose to surround himself with and call 'family' died on his lips the fraction of a second he registered the unrelenting behemoth that was Hazel Rainhart. With Mabel behind him, he didn't dare try to dodge-- not that he could.

He was frozen, ensnared in his own abject terror memories of painful beatdowns that not even Ozpin seizing control of his body could fully match. The lessons Ford had learned the hard way were lessons Oscar had learned by the same method, for both good and ill.

There was no Ozpin in the back of his mind to jolt him into action this time.

Instead, it was Mabel's terror.]


Run!

[He bit out through gritted teeth, already preparing for the worst as he reached out to strike the image of the rampaging berserker above them. He moved into an active stance--

And fell into the dirt. His prosthetic leg, ripped asunder at the joint, arced in the air above them as the very breath was knocked from his chest by the collision.

He couldn't fall. Not yet. He needed to buy more time...]

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