( It's possible that the wounds might not have bled so much had he not curled his hands into fists and beat them gaping and angry. Even through blurring levels of consciousness, sweat and melting snow running into his eyes, Kylo can feel the blaring anger and rage fed and fanned by the twisting vines of pain, dulling now to a low simmer that leaves him with little more than the echoing reminder of his failure and what will come about as a result of it. Not to mention the pain itself. His face is on fire.
He becomes keenly aware of Hux's voice dragging him through gallons of water and into acute consciousness. Kylo surfaces viciously from the hazy in-between that left him prone on the forest floor before Hux plucked him from sliding into the fissure in the earth, gritting his teeth and baring them, against the pain in his flank, bisecting his face, against overall frustration of having Hux hovering above him, against that loss. )
For once in your life, shut up.
( The sharp sound of his voice isn't a surprise, the scrape of rock against rock as he throws off the first stormtrooper with an outward pulse from the five-point star of his palm. It's a violent shove, and it sends the solider into the wall with enough force to crack open his helmet on the bulkhead. Kylo's shoulders surge with the effort of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. His vision slants under the strain of digging deep to find the necessary power to leave the trooper prone on the ground. )
Snoke is sure to be pleased with your latest endeavor.
( He means the Starkiller base, the entire weapon project itself. It brings a sense of satisfaction that dislodges some of the other rocks that make up the weight of his chest, never mind the punishment he knows waits for him at the hands of the Supreme Leader. )
sorry i am so slow
He becomes keenly aware of Hux's voice dragging him through gallons of water and into acute consciousness. Kylo surfaces viciously from the hazy in-between that left him prone on the forest floor before Hux plucked him from sliding into the fissure in the earth, gritting his teeth and baring them, against the pain in his flank, bisecting his face, against overall frustration of having Hux hovering above him, against that loss. )
For once in your life, shut up.
( The sharp sound of his voice isn't a surprise, the scrape of rock against rock as he throws off the first stormtrooper with an outward pulse from the five-point star of his palm. It's a violent shove, and it sends the solider into the wall with enough force to crack open his helmet on the bulkhead. Kylo's shoulders surge with the effort of converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. His vision slants under the strain of digging deep to find the necessary power to leave the trooper prone on the ground. )
Snoke is sure to be pleased with your latest endeavor.
( He means the Starkiller base, the entire weapon project itself. It brings a sense of satisfaction that dislodges some of the other rocks that make up the weight of his chest, never mind the punishment he knows waits for him at the hands of the Supreme Leader. )