The man in front of Tim didn't respond at first, and that was concerning. He inched closer, trying to be wary of the knife he knew the criminal had. "Hey, can you hear me? I think you might pass out soon, we need to patch you up fast." It didn't occur to him just what sort of danger he was exposing himself to. Though the internet forums mentioned bites, he didn't put two and two together in his own head right away. If he had, maybe he would have thought twice before cornering the guy.
He did notice that the wounds stopped gushing and that was enough to make him pause. He'd never seen anything like it, but it sounded a lot like what he'd read... The dots began to connect just as the man turned around and Tim saw the fangs. Well, fuck. That wasn't good. Tim cursed to himself, having just enough time to think that even if he survived this, he was going to end up turned too. There was no way he was going to be able to keep that guy from biting him, but he was going to have to try.
The contact that he was bracing for never came. At the last moment, there was a flash of fur and that huge wolf took the hit intended for Tim. The young man stumbled backwards, gasping desperately for breath as he watched the violence before him. He could hear the snapping of bones as the criminal's body shifted, sickening pops strong enough to make his stomach churn despite everything he'd been through. It didn't help that the air around him was thick with the smell of blood. His heart was pounding to the point that in a better state of mind he might have been concerned about it bursting.
Tim needed to run. To get out of there as fast as he could. No matter who won, either creature could turn on him next. His fight-or-flight instincts had him frozen instead, something that had never occurred during his time as Red Robin. He just stared in awe, trembling.
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He did notice that the wounds stopped gushing and that was enough to make him pause. He'd never seen anything like it, but it sounded a lot like what he'd read... The dots began to connect just as the man turned around and Tim saw the fangs. Well, fuck. That wasn't good. Tim cursed to himself, having just enough time to think that even if he survived this, he was going to end up turned too. There was no way he was going to be able to keep that guy from biting him, but he was going to have to try.
The contact that he was bracing for never came. At the last moment, there was a flash of fur and that huge wolf took the hit intended for Tim. The young man stumbled backwards, gasping desperately for breath as he watched the violence before him. He could hear the snapping of bones as the criminal's body shifted, sickening pops strong enough to make his stomach churn despite everything he'd been through. It didn't help that the air around him was thick with the smell of blood. His heart was pounding to the point that in a better state of mind he might have been concerned about it bursting.
Tim needed to run. To get out of there as fast as he could. No matter who won, either creature could turn on him next. His fight-or-flight instincts had him frozen instead, something that had never occurred during his time as Red Robin. He just stared in awe, trembling.