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Deryk was in a real bad state when Harrison rushed to his aid. He was losing blood quickly and his vitals were weak. The blow, aside from ripping him open, had broken a number of his ribs and well... He was just badly wounded all around. If he hadn't been a hunter, he likely would have been dead by now.

The moon hunter had a hell of a task at hand, but with his handy work, Deryk was at least pulled back from the brink of immediate death. He still wasn't in a good condition to say in the least, but Harrison had managed to give him some crucial time by.. more or less stabilizing him.

For now.

HP: -7

Rep stopped in the middle of backing off even further as if the words had physically restrained him. There was no running off while he was needed.

It was depressing that he understood entirely what was meant and summoned Tracey, tossing him on the ground beside Deryk with a thunk of solid metal. At least he had hooks at both ends now. Maybe he'd figured out how easily Rep ******** everything up lately.



He moved over to help however Harrison needed, too rattled to say a word.

Rep was in a freefall sort of panic, he hadn't meant to do it this time, but it had happened anyway, and looking back he couldn't understand what sort of ridiculous whim had convinced him using his fear was a good ******** idea anyway. He was in trouble, he knew it, the minute they had to explain who had done this to Deryk he'd have to answer for it. If he didn't have to help he'd be at the cliffs by now, hiding in his cave and hoping they didn't know where he was.

He took the feathered hook and lifted, the axe oddly even lighter than it had been last time with his hands on it. He just hoped it would fit through doors.

He'd hoped that Rin would have been the last person he'd have had to carry out to the infirmary. He hadn't even had a proper chance to speak to Deryk before the guy was out. If he survived he was going to have to try and somehow make it up, even if he had no ******** idea how you said sorry for almost killing someone.

For the time being he filed it alongside the problem of trying to say sorry for actually killing people in alternate worlds.

At the mention of valentines day he looked baffled. That was soon? Well ********, maybe he'd get himself disciplined in time to miss out on another holiday thing.

"I'm going to be in ******** trouble again." he said grimly.

"He was doing so ******** well though, he was rolling with everything I could throw at him and like, got me really low." he sighed defeatedly, but kept Tracey steady himself. "Tracey was like, he was talking about doing something differently but like. I couldn't afford to try new things like, when he was so good." It had been so stupid after their discussions, after having things figured out so well. And he'd thought was smart enough to measure it himself, he clearly wasn't.

"I thought he could handle it. I thought I could control it. Clearly I can't, I should have listened to you guys. I just, figured I was weak after the ..thing." He eyed Deryk. "Don't die man."

Rep was glad to be carrying Tracey, if he hadn't been, he might have been more obvious in how distressed the conversation - and the situation had made him. For the most part, for the sake of steady and even progress - at a brisk pace - he kept calm. "It's no your fault. It's my fault for being a ******** idiot as always. Thinking I can do things, judge s**t."

He watched simply where he was walking. "I know I can't use it anymore. I just ******** wanted to get fit again, and now I'll probably be ******** banned. I won't be good for s**t."