【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(13)

“Hold on,” called George, ducking to avoid the next brutal swing. “Hold on, this isn’t even my fight!”
As if that excuse ever worked for anyone.
They lumbered towards George, who stepped backwards with his palms up in surrender until his back hit the tree behind him. He was cornered, with nowhere else to go.
His enemy knew it, too. They threw their axe, the blade spinning straight towards George. He threw himself to the ground, narrowly missing decapitation. When he looked back, he saw the axe sticking out of the tree where his head had been moments before. He met the confused eyes of his would-be attacker—now unarmed. They could only stare at each other like wide-eyed birds, the sounds of distant battle still crashing around them. A beat passed.