Ethan didn't even look at Chronos when his free hand reached out to something. He grabbed the nearby snapped metal pole on the side that was buried, hidden in the mud.
Chronos noticed Ethan's sneaking hands too late.
SHOOT!
Ethan already threw the metal pole his way.
"AAAHHH!!" Chronos cried as the metal pole stabbed him through the left thigh.
The impact spun him off his feet and flung him clear of the dust cloud. He tumbled around before skidding to a stop a good ten meters back.
The metal pole remained firmly stabbed through his thigh despite the thrashing earlier. His own blood dripped continuously against the cold mud.
Gasping, teeth bared against the pain, Chronos got an elbow under himself and looked up. His eyes immediately found 'Grayson' on the far side of the grounds.
Something was wrong with 'Grayson'; he was sure of it. 'Grayson's eyes looked a little unfocused, in his opinion.
