Oh, the deep-seeded terror and joy of adrenaline. The fuel of one's body being desperate to survive death, driving one to the verge of what their life provides...

TwoTime was sprinting, running as quickly as their legs would let them. Hardly moments ago, they had successfully saved one of their comrades— A quick ambush from them had allowed them to drive their dagger into the back of this round's killer, giving them and their comrade the chance to escape.

TwoTime had fled far from where they had struck, having retreated to the other end of the map. Darting behind the nearest wall of cover in the forested environment they were within, they'd practically fall down to sit up against the tree they were hiding behind. They panted heavily, their heart pounding in their chest as they held their dagger tight, keeping it close to themself.

Murmurs came from their lips as they came down from their mix of a high and their desire to get away before they'd attract the wrath of the threat at hand, soft mutters of scripture they knew by heart filling the air in a quiet tune that only they understood as best as they did.

A hand rose, brushing their messy black hair from their face as they regained their composure, their breathing quieting as they recovered. They'd slowly push themself to stand, the smile returning to their face as they moved to step out from behind their tree, pausing slightly at the sudden sound of activity. They would look around, trying to spot the source of the commotion.