[Well. That was successful. Can't blame the guy for trying though. He shrugs, nothing for it, and launches his fly-by-night Rogue-stopper into the air. He closes his eyes, waits.]
Sorry, girl.
[It connects successfully, the jagged splinter edges of the wood making contact with enough force to drive deep into Rogue's upper back. He hears her cry out, watches her convulse as the charge takes hold. He darts out quickly as she begins to fall, just barely positioning himself in time to catch her.
She's sweating, panting, questionably conscious. He pushes her hair back from her face with his synthetic hand, cupping her cheek as he supports her limp neck.]
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Sorry, girl.
[It connects successfully, the jagged splinter edges of the wood making contact with enough force to drive deep into Rogue's upper back. He hears her cry out, watches her convulse as the charge takes hold. He darts out quickly as she begins to fall, just barely positioning himself in time to catch her.
She's sweating, panting, questionably conscious. He pushes her hair back from her face with his synthetic hand, cupping her cheek as he supports her limp neck.]
Come on, Rogue. Come on back.