[ At some point, Seifer stops struggling so much. The drug takes command and his movements go sluggish, drifting. That doesn't seem to matter. The soldier winds back the first chance he gets for a clear shot and thunders a fist across his face with enough force to put a regular man out.
Seifer isn't regular, but he is drugged to boot. He groans as another hit comes, and then another, and another after that. By the time the soldier is done with him (presumably), his face is indiscernible from the smears of blood pooling on the ground.
The soldier stops. Takes a second to breathe. He lifts his helmet off his head and lets his dark hair fall down his back. His face is still half-obscured by the bandage covering his jaw. ]
Sir. My apologies.
[ He doesn't offer any excuses. He should have been here. Rufus should have never made it here alone, he should have never had to waste time tracking him down. But there's nothing to do now but surge forward and relieve Rufus of his bondage, holding out a hand to steady him. ]
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Seifer isn't regular, but he is drugged to boot. He groans as another hit comes, and then another, and another after that. By the time the soldier is done with him (presumably), his face is indiscernible from the smears of blood pooling on the ground.
The soldier stops. Takes a second to breathe. He lifts his helmet off his head and lets his dark hair fall down his back. His face is still half-obscured by the bandage covering his jaw. ]
Sir. My apologies.
[ He doesn't offer any excuses. He should have been here. Rufus should have never made it here alone, he should have never had to waste time tracking him down. But there's nothing to do now but surge forward and relieve Rufus of his bondage, holding out a hand to steady him. ]