[Diluc gives chase, hot on the escapee's heels as he reaches behind to summon his weapon. In one split-second glance they disappear off from one of the lesser known alleyways and into the wilderness, where they give no more than a breath's start into the forest. Diluc follows, listening to the crunches of his boots against the dry grass. He slows down as soon as he enters, blinking as the shadows he followed now merged into the stillness among the trees.
He takes a cautious step onward.
Rustle.
Diluc lunges forward. The glimpse of a uniform - ragged and camouflaged with muted colours, gives him enough to assume this was not Mondstadt's.
His world turns.
He falls forward.
Weight presses hard onto his back, and he grunts with effort.
Displeasure crawls unpleasantly along his skin as he's yanked up by his hair. Something clamps around his wrists, firm against his back.
He's dragged up to his knees. The gleam of a knife catches his eye.]
Ha. Turning to dirty tricks now? I know not to expect much from you Fatui.
[Diluc spits, but his vision blackens once, and pain erupts at the side of his head. It isn't anything he's not used to, but the throbbing pain along with something suspiciously wet at his head means they meant business.
He hears something about betrayal, and revenge for their now dead-Harbinger.
Diluc scoffs. So he's supposed to be collateral damage. Supposedly a victim to the Fatui's ploy. He shifts his weight once, twice, but is afforded no more with the hand tightening around his hair that his head spun.
His throat throbs against the cold press of the knife. Blood drips from the small cut. He dares not to move.
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Date: 2022-01-17 03:04 am (UTC)He takes a cautious step onward.
Rustle.
Diluc lunges forward. The glimpse of a uniform - ragged and camouflaged with muted colours, gives him enough to assume this was not Mondstadt's.
His world turns.
He falls forward.
Weight presses hard onto his back, and he grunts with effort.
Displeasure crawls unpleasantly along his skin as he's yanked up by his hair. Something clamps around his wrists, firm against his back.
He's dragged up to his knees. The gleam of a knife catches his eye.]
Ha. Turning to dirty tricks now? I know not to expect much from you Fatui.
[Diluc spits, but his vision blackens once, and pain erupts at the side of his head. It isn't anything he's not used to, but the throbbing pain along with something suspiciously wet at his head means they meant business.
He hears something about betrayal, and revenge for their now dead-Harbinger.
Diluc scoffs. So he's supposed to be collateral damage. Supposedly a victim to the Fatui's ploy. He shifts his weight once, twice, but is afforded no more with the hand tightening around his hair that his head spun.
His throat throbs against the cold press of the knife. Blood drips from the small cut. He dares not to move.
Dammit.]