[It's a hard hit, hard enough that he nearly drops the axe but instead it twists his arm in an angle he's not familiar with. The problem is that the swing fulfills and instead catches his shoulder as the bone cracks. Thanks for the hard hit, Liz??? He feels it and belatedly registers it, yelping as pain blossoms through his arm and his shoulder. It's enough to knock him out of whatever reverie he was in and he focuses again, blue eyes almost feral as he faces Elizabeth.
She stumbles though and he refuses to quit so easily, taking his good shoulder to ram straight into her collar to knock her over. If the side of the axe swings into her knees again, oh well. He's physically bigger than she is and he's quick to jump right to the floor with her, the butt of the axe slamming down on her wrist before he hisses and stops due to the movement of his arm. He can't exactly pin her and the axe is a little heavy for one hand as his arm hangs oddly limp. There're tears in his eyes though who knows if they're from the gravity of killing Lara or the pain of his broken shoulder. Maybe both. Instead, he stares down at her.]
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She stumbles though and he refuses to quit so easily, taking his good shoulder to ram straight into her collar to knock her over. If the side of the axe swings into her knees again, oh well. He's physically bigger than she is and he's quick to jump right to the floor with her, the butt of the axe slamming down on her wrist before he hisses and stops due to the movement of his arm. He can't exactly pin her and the axe is a little heavy for one hand as his arm hangs oddly limp. There're tears in his eyes though who knows if they're from the gravity of killing Lara or the pain of his broken shoulder. Maybe both. Instead, he stares down at her.]
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