[That was about as well as handling it as you could get with Apokolips. He wasn't stupid. He knew there was no chance he was getting out of here without someone on the other end giving him a way out, but that didn't mean he wasn't handling it. He was surviving, obviously, and had no major injuries that got in the way of his activities. A broken or bruised rib or two, maybe, and plenty of cuts and bruises to accentuate it, but he was still alive and kicking.
He opened his mouth to show right back at Damian before the man had even finished his sentence, but the rocket sees to it that the thought isn't even completed-- the next thing he knows he's on the ground, and his head hurts a little from the sudden fall and the exhaustion leaves him open to a bit of vertigo, and there's heat and the sound of explosions and he's pretty sure he dropped his other escrima so guess it was time for a new pair.
For a moment he's silent, instinct before thought, tucking his head into Damian's chest away from the fire. The next he's back, trying not to move despite a desperate need to, fighting the dizziness in his head, trying to check for the danger without letting the debris and dirt cloud up the mask protecting his eyes.]
D-- 'Hawk-- ?
[First of all, please get the hell off him second of all are you ok. You're OK right. Right??]
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[That was about as well as handling it as you could get with Apokolips. He wasn't stupid. He knew there was no chance he was getting out of here without someone on the other end giving him a way out, but that didn't mean he wasn't handling it. He was surviving, obviously, and had no major injuries that got in the way of his activities. A broken or bruised rib or two, maybe, and plenty of cuts and bruises to accentuate it, but he was still alive and kicking.
He opened his mouth to show right back at Damian before the man had even finished his sentence, but the rocket sees to it that the thought isn't even completed-- the next thing he knows he's on the ground, and his head hurts a little from the sudden fall and the exhaustion leaves him open to a bit of vertigo, and there's heat and the sound of explosions and he's pretty sure he dropped his other escrima so guess it was time for a new pair.
For a moment he's silent, instinct before thought, tucking his head into Damian's chest away from the fire. The next he's back, trying not to move despite a desperate need to, fighting the dizziness in his head, trying to check for the danger without letting the debris and dirt cloud up the mask protecting his eyes.]
D-- 'Hawk-- ?
[First of all, please get the hell off him second of all are you ok. You're OK right. Right??]