The Soldier watched Tony rise with a concerned air about him, shifting closer but not actually assisting his bond to stand. There was always a part of him that expected others to be able to rise on their own in such situations and that his assistance would negate the attempt. If it was clear that Tony couldn't rise, then he would certainly assist, but his bond was strong and even wounded was capable of rising painfully.
He noted the gun that Tony was holding, and he was armed himself. Now that he was up, defending his bond shifted up his priority list even in his drug-addled haze. He looked down when Tony took his hand, distracted from the idea he would step up to murder anyone that threatened his bond's health and safety again, and he instead wiggled his fingers to feel the shift of Tony's around his own. It was a pleasing sensation he decided and held on lightly.
"I will lead," he confirmed, trudging towards that small game trail. He took them slowly along it, tilting his head this way and that in an attempt to catch sounds beyond that of a normal forest. Squirrels scolded them overhead and birds took up their sound the further they moved from the scents of death, though they brought with them blood and pain. It was necessary to slip off, he decided.
They encountered no resistance as they trudged along the game trail, and he picked the branches based on some phantom idea in his head. He didn't know how long they stumbled and shambled along together, but after some time, they found the edge of this particular forest patch and he looked out over the entrance of some kind of ranger road. Roads lead to civilization.
So did vehicles. There was a park ranger's truck stopped and he glanced back at Tony. He could approach and kill the ranger, though there was no telling if the individual was even in the vehicle at all or perhaps walking the trails. "Yes or no?"
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Date: 2016-11-04 02:41 pm (UTC)He noted the gun that Tony was holding, and he was armed himself. Now that he was up, defending his bond shifted up his priority list even in his drug-addled haze. He looked down when Tony took his hand, distracted from the idea he would step up to murder anyone that threatened his bond's health and safety again, and he instead wiggled his fingers to feel the shift of Tony's around his own. It was a pleasing sensation he decided and held on lightly.
"I will lead," he confirmed, trudging towards that small game trail. He took them slowly along it, tilting his head this way and that in an attempt to catch sounds beyond that of a normal forest. Squirrels scolded them overhead and birds took up their sound the further they moved from the scents of death, though they brought with them blood and pain. It was necessary to slip off, he decided.
They encountered no resistance as they trudged along the game trail, and he picked the branches based on some phantom idea in his head. He didn't know how long they stumbled and shambled along together, but after some time, they found the edge of this particular forest patch and he looked out over the entrance of some kind of ranger road. Roads lead to civilization.
So did vehicles. There was a park ranger's truck stopped and he glanced back at Tony. He could approach and kill the ranger, though there was no telling if the individual was even in the vehicle at all or perhaps walking the trails. "Yes or no?"