I thought I was going to die. I really did. I have never fought a person hand-to-hand like that. There was something all wrong about this fight though. Something making my arms and legs feel heavy and uncoordinated. It was very strange. I should have been able to take this crippled soldier, if not easily then at least more effectively than I did. Part of me wonders if HE was there and I just didn't notice?
That aside, I found myself able to stand up and walk a bit on my own today. I found a mirror in the basement and was shocked to see myself in this state...There are 'bandages', bruises and dried blood everywhere. I've got scraps of old t-shirt wrapped around my hand, arms and head. I look like an absolute wreck at the moment. And, I hate to say it, but I really need a shower. But since Hawk burned the house down, guess what we don't have? Oh well. The garden hose will have to do.
I think what he did was genius, personally. I admire the way he thinks under pressure. You're almost as good as me, Hawk. :) My one hope is that he burned that bastard, and maybe his friends too.