[There was a time when even the wretched apothecary named Fabius Bile was a soldier too. A man of science first, yes, but Astartes all the same. Yet millennia spent bent over a med slab by preference has left him weakened, and reliance on the chirurgeon of his own design meant that when that monstrous tail lashes at him, there is no resistance. Sharp pain pierces through his gut and he feels his body, old and decrepit as it is, react on a biological level. His muscles tense as his brain commands adrenaline through his blood stream, his breath quickening as his amygdala entered its most primal state: fight or flight.
Yet, there is no fight to be had, and there is no flight to be taken as the venom creeps through his body like rot. His muscles seize throughout his limbs, the pain unbearable as his gaunt jaw is held open in a soundless scream. In this impotent form, all Fabius can do as his back hits the sand with a wet slap, is feel.
And oh, how good it felt.
A scientist never shuns a new experience, and while the pain gifted to him by Lucius' venom burns through his aorta, all he can imagine is extracting a sample to study. He can feel the way it travels through his arteries, through his veins, his capillaries, and even his heart as it desperately pumps quicker to accommodate the stress his body is going through. When finally, his mind focuses through the pain long enough to register Lucius' face above his own, he gives the man a breathy laugh.
It's the first sound he's made since being stung, and the grin that spreads across his face is maniacal. It hurt, yes, but nothing would be more painful than the years of Blight he has endured.]
You won'tβ [He rasps, the pain tightening his vocal cords,] you know I'm better, in tact and in your pocket...
[A breath is drawn in, a pathetic wheeze of a sound as his diaphragm feels far more heavy and labored than it should,] and you are not one to get rid of toys easily...
old man down
Yet, there is no fight to be had, and there is no flight to be taken as the venom creeps through his body like rot. His muscles seize throughout his limbs, the pain unbearable as his gaunt jaw is held open in a soundless scream. In this impotent form, all Fabius can do as his back hits the sand with a wet slap, is feel.
And oh, how good it felt.
A scientist never shuns a new experience, and while the pain gifted to him by Lucius' venom burns through his aorta, all he can imagine is extracting a sample to study. He can feel the way it travels through his arteries, through his veins, his capillaries, and even his heart as it desperately pumps quicker to accommodate the stress his body is going through. When finally, his mind focuses through the pain long enough to register Lucius' face above his own, he gives the man a breathy laugh.
It's the first sound he's made since being stung, and the grin that spreads across his face is maniacal. It hurt, yes, but nothing would be more painful than the years of Blight he has endured.]
You won'tβ [He rasps, the pain tightening his vocal cords,] you know I'm better, in tact and in your pocket...
[A breath is drawn in, a pathetic wheeze of a sound as his diaphragm feels far more heavy and labored than it should,] and you are not one to get rid of toys easily...