Of course. Of course, out of everything Sorrel runs into while trying to take cover in his food forest, it was King Stag, and of course he had to run [i]full force[/i] into the beetle man’s shiny carapace and bounce off into another thick-barked tree. Gamma-Burn, the revenge of earth herself, slid off the trunk of the tree and started to cough and clutch his chest, pitifully hunched over on the lush undergrowth. Sorrel already knew he was coughing blood, and that his time was up, and maybe he was too cocky before, and— [i]fuck,[/i] he needed to get out of there. 

[color=B1A2C7]Fuck. Everything hurts. My head is dizzy—[/color] Sorrel could feel blood trickling down the thick mask as he looked up to try and salvage the situation. [color=B1A2C7]Fuck. Fuck. [i]Fuck![/i][/color]

Sorrel started to hyperventilate. If his heart still pumped, it would’ve been pounding out of his chest. Instead, he felt that uncomfortable energy building up and buzzing around his stomach, his chest heating up dangerously. He— he didn’t want to discharge, not there. The plants would surely take it, but— this wasn’t a killing mission. Right now, avoiding unneeded death was part of his fucking [i]plan[/i] and he surely could escape without murder, meaning death was unneeded at that point in time. He scanned the woods around him, and realized he grew his beautiful plants so thick that he’d need a bit of strength to jump away and hide in the treetops. And.. the only clearing was where that bug barreled himself through. On top of that, Gamma-Burn was still on the ground. 

Fuck. He was still prone on the ground. He was thinking too long. His head kept spinning— [color=B1A2C7]Everything [i]hurts[/i] so much.[/color] The ghostly figure tried to peel himself from the ground, but stumbled, coughed, and almost fell a second time. He couldn’t help but laugh— 

And so, Gamma-Burn laughed a horrific, frenzied laugh, one full of rage and malice and… a hint of fear. He saw no option other than at least [i]trying[/i] to fight for an opening to escape. So, a hand quickly hit an opening in King Stag’s armor— Sorrel noted he had multiple, on his joints and his neck and jaw, so Sorrel hit the joint of the right shoulder with a knife-strike.