[Vision severely limited, Kid is relying on other senses to tell him what is happening around him. He hears the wet gurgle and then the silence--and more importantly the calm tone with which Rhys speaks after.
Instant, white hot rage burns in his stomach, and it overpowers the compulsion to run. The hint of golden light from his left eye flicks towards Rhys just in time, and Kid is able to push back from the makeshift glass knife, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in the neck. Still on the ground he launches himself for Rhys' neck, grappling with both hands wildly, small thin fingers digging hard into any skin or muscle he gets a grip on.]
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Instant, white hot rage burns in his stomach, and it overpowers the compulsion to run. The hint of golden light from his left eye flicks towards Rhys just in time, and Kid is able to push back from the makeshift glass knife, narrowly avoiding being stabbed in the neck. Still on the ground he launches himself for Rhys' neck, grappling with both hands wildly, small thin fingers digging hard into any skin or muscle he gets a grip on.]