[Scratch doesn't concentrate on the movements in the shadows and he doesn't have any time to react before he realizes something is thrown at him before--
Well, before the axe blade hits the side of his head at quick speed. The worse part is the axe doesn't quite hit him in the center of his head, but toward the front. The death isn't instant and so he's now against the wall of the funhouse, an axe in his head.
How awfully weak the body of a human was too. Scratch could only open his mouth to scream from the pain, completely forgetting the gas coming into the funhouse and he begins gripping at the axe handle. Taking it out may not help, but he couldn't really move with an axe in his head. He wasn't going to die here.
In the meanwhile he's also taken his hand off Natalie's arm and doesn't even seem to recognize that she is even next to him anymore. He doesn't care about the well-being of others in comparison to his own, so why should she?]
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Well, before the axe blade hits the side of his head at quick speed. The worse part is the axe doesn't quite hit him in the center of his head, but toward the front. The death isn't instant and so he's now against the wall of the funhouse, an axe in his head.
How awfully weak the body of a human was too. Scratch could only open his mouth to scream from the pain, completely forgetting the gas coming into the funhouse and he begins gripping at the axe handle. Taking it out may not help, but he couldn't really move with an axe in his head. He wasn't going to die here.
In the meanwhile he's also taken his hand off Natalie's arm and doesn't even seem to recognize that she is even next to him anymore. He doesn't care about the well-being of others in comparison to his own, so why should she?]