[It's not even that good of a warning; Zeno's reflexes aren't fast enough for him to get beyond "Oh n--" before he screams in pain. Not the first time he's had something sharp pierce his brain stem. His hand fumbles, not sure if he wants to try and yank the weapon out or clutch at the golden dragon pendant swinging and jingling with the impact.
It's a good wound, deep and sticky, and his vision swims and darkens as his brain starts to shut down. Because it's so close to his ears he can hear the wet, squelching sounds of the tissue trying to repair itself, but so far from home, it's slow, and he loses his balance, falling unconscious to the ground.]
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It's a good wound, deep and sticky, and his vision swims and darkens as his brain starts to shut down. Because it's so close to his ears he can hear the wet, squelching sounds of the tissue trying to repair itself, but so far from home, it's slow, and he loses his balance, falling unconscious to the ground.]