[ Something hits Boa on the arm and he can't immediately place what it is nor does he wants to. The dull pain of the hit is hardly notable either, not over the harsh spike of adrenaline as all his nerves on into alert position.
Someone is going to die tonight and someone attacked me are two thoughts that conflate to a terrifying conclusion in Boa's head and Boa's blood is instantly pounding in his ears.
If he runs now he puts whoever it is behind him and leaves his back open, so he can't do that. Instead he charges forward, just aiming to pin whoever it is to the shack with his body weight. ]
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Someone is going to die tonight and someone attacked me are two thoughts that conflate to a terrifying conclusion in Boa's head and Boa's blood is instantly pounding in his ears.
If he runs now he puts whoever it is behind him and leaves his back open, so he can't do that. Instead he charges forward, just aiming to pin whoever it is to the shack with his body weight. ]