Ezekiel reared himself back with confidence as he had felt his fist dig deep inside Sight, causing severe bruising and maybe even twisting a few bones. He looked down for a few seconds as Sight was recooperating, checking his knuckles for any scuffs or skinning from the punch. Just as those gray eyes began looking up, a wooden chair crashed into his head. Ezekiels head whipped to the right with the impact, a long line of blood shooting from his lips and onto the floor as spittle and crimson blood dripped from his mouth.

Ezekiel crumpled to the ground after the chair broke over his face, his entire mouth coverd in blood- cheeks slightly swelling already. "Grwod dramnit.." Ezekiel muffled through blood, spitting a tooth onto the marble floor. His vission was spinning, Ezekiels mind racing at four times it's regular speed although his body just wouldnt catch up to it's warnings. Slowly he tried to rise, each time thumping back into his slumped spot on the ground. Eventually giving up on this plan as his groginess refuse to subside, the hunter began pushing himself helplessly backwards- ANYWHERE. "Shwelter... gret out rof thre opren.." He mumbled to himself.

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Build my fear of what's out there
Cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I'm insane