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Key # WolfHurt 210

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Il essaye de rester sur ses genoux mais ne peut s'empêcher de tomber contre le mur, le pan de sa chemise se teintant de rouge.

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Key	English	French
# WolfHurt 195, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"Say yer fuckin' prayers, kid."	"Fais tes putains d'prières, gamin."
# WolfHurt 196	He raised the knife level with his shoulder, aiming it at your chest, and plunged downward.	Il relève le couteau au niveau de son épaule, le pointe vers ta poitrine, et le plonge vers le bas.
# WolfHurt 197	No thoughts could even pass through your head before your arm shot out, grabbing at the knife.	Sans avoir eu le temps d'y réfléchir, ton bras jaillit, et saisit le couteau.
# WolfHurt 198	Your hand slid past it and caught onto his fist, locking your arm straight, desperately keeping it away despite his immense strength.	Ta main glisse et attrape son poing, bloque ton bras en tension, et tente désespérément de le garder éloigné, malgré sa grande force.
# WolfHurt 199	Every muscle in your arm was screaming with the effort to keep him away, shaking, the struggle of force between you swaying the knife.	Chaque muscle de ton bras crie sous cet effort pour l'éloigner, tremblant, le duel entre vous faisant osciller le couteau.
# WolfHurt 200	All the bones and tendons in your wrist felt like they were going to snap as Curly still pushed downward, forcing your arm to bend.	Tous les os et tendons de ton poignet sont sur le point de lâcher, Curly continuant de pousser vers le bas, forçant ton bras à se plier.
# WolfHurt 201	You didn't want to die. There was nothing you feared more right now than the thought of the metal plunging into your heart.	Tu ne veux pas mourir. Rien ne t'effraie plus en ce moment que l'idée du métal qui plonge dans ton cœur.
# WolfHurt 202	Every second felt like it stretched on. Curly's snarling, sharp toothed grin was gone, now just a steely gaze that stared towards the knife's goal.	Chaque seconde semble s'étirer. Le rictus acéré de Curly a disparu, il n'y a plus qu'un regard d'acier obnubilé par la destination du couteau.
# WolfHurt 203	You weren't strong enough. As you kept putting up the fight you just got weaker, and his arm got lower, and lower with yours in tandem.	Tu n'es pas assez fort. Au fur et à mesure du combat tu t'affaiblis, et son bras descend, et descend en même temps que le tien.
# WolfHurt 204	The blade so close now you could smell your own blood still on it.	La lame est maintenant si proche que tu peux sentir l'odeur de ton propre sang dessus.
# WolfHurt 205	You closed your eyes. Your jaw ached from your gritted teeth. Your arm felt like it was on fire.	Tu fermes les yeux. Ta mâchoire te fait mal à force de serrer les dents. Ton bras est en feu.
# WolfHurt 206	With what might be your final breath, you gave one last hard push, stretching toward the sky, the knife edge pressed on your arm.	Dans ce qui pourrait être ton dernier souffle, tu donnes une dernière impulsion, vers le ciel, la lame du couteau pressée contre ton bras.
# WolfHurt 207	You pushed and pushed and pushed against the vile knife, breath held deep in your lungs. A final prayer.	Tu pousses et pousses et pousses contre l'abject couteau, le souffle bloqué au fond de tes poumons. Une dernière prière.
# WolfHurt 208	Your arm sprang out and your eyes snapped open as Curly's arm jerked, and you shoved it away with all your might. Your ears were ringing.	Ton bras fuse et tes yeux s'ouvrent lorsque le bras de Curly tressaute, et tu le repousses de toutes tes forces. Tes oreilles bourdonnent.
# WolfHurt 209	Two gunshots had gone off, and to the immense relief of your arm Curly rolled off you, bullet holes in his stomach and chest.	Deux coups de feu retentissent, et au grand soulagement de ton bras, Curly roule sur toi, ventre et poitrine trouées.
# WolfHurt 210	He tried to stay on his knees but couldn't stop himself from falling against the wall, the side of his shirt staining with red.	Il essaye de rester sur ses genoux mais ne peut s'empêcher de tomber contre le mur, le pan de sa chemise se teintant de rouge.
# WolfHurt 211	You rolled to your side without another moment's hesitation, grabbing at the bannister to hastily pull yourself up and get away.	Tu roules sur le côté sans hésiter, attrapes la rampe pour te relever en hâte et t'en aller.
# WolfHurt 212	Curly was still bewildered, and before he could decide what to do next, you carefully kicked the knife out of his hand down the landing.	Curly est encore ahuri, et avant qu'il ne puisse décider de ce qu'il va faire, tu éjectes le couteau hors de ses mains vers le palier.
# WolfHurt 213	You looked over the bannister to the ground floor where the shots came from, and saw Joseph in the middle of the saloon.	Tu regardes par-dessus la balustrade vers le rez-de-chaussée d'où sont venus les coups de feu, et vois Joseph au milieu du saloon.
# WolfHurt 214	One arm propping him up on a table, the other pointing Curly's revolver up to you on the balcony.	Un bras sur une table le soutient, l'autre pointe le revolver de Curly vers toi sur le balcon.
# WolfHurt 215	He was panting and out of breath, but a smile lit up his face when you met eyes with him.	Il est haletant et essoufflé, mais un sourire illumine son visage lorsque vos yeux se rencontrent.
# WolfHurt 216	Curly was still against the wall, trying to cover up the holes in his side with a hand, but didn't seem to be trying to get away.	Curly est toujours contre le mur, essayant de couvrir les trous dans son flanc de sa main, mais n'essaye pas de s'enfuir.
# WolfHurt 217	He knew he was too hurt, you had the upper hand now. You waved over the balcony for Joseph to come upstairs.	Il sait qu'il est trop blessé, tu as l'avantage maintenant. Tu fais signe à Joseph de monter.
# WolfHurt 218	He did just that, shakily standing up and then slowly climbing the stairs, still wary of any tricks Curly might have up his sleeve.	Ce qu'il fait, se relevant en tremblant et grimpant lentement les escaliers, toujours précautionneux vis à vis des tours que Curly pourrait avoir dans sa manche.
# WolfHurt 219	Joseph kept the revolver pointed at Curly as he walked over to you, passing it to your hand, keeping it level all the while.	Joseph garde le revolver pointé sur Curly en s'approchant de toi, en te le passant dans la main, et le gardant toujours à hauteur.
# WolfHurt 220	The metal of the gun was warm in your hand and sticky with Joseph's blood. You held it firm, wrist straight.	Le métal de l'arme est chaud dans ta main et poisseux du sang de Joseph. Tu la tiens fermement, le poignet droit.
# WolfHurt 221	Finger on the trigger. Curly's face was no longer angry, or focused, or anything else you'd ever seen. It was just tired. Defeated.	Le doigt sur la détente. Le visage de Curly n'est plus hargneux, ni concentré, ni rien d'autre. Il est juste fatigué. Vaincu.
# WolfHurt 222	He had nothing left and he knew this was the end. What else was there for him to do?	Il n'a plus rien et il sait que c'est la fin. Que lui reste-t-il ?
# WolfHurt 223	He was at your mercy and it left a great pit in your stomach, a bottomless well that made you sick to think about.	Il est à ta merci et ça te fait un vide immense dans l'estomac, un puits sans fond qui te rend malade rien qu'en y pensant.
# WolfHurt 225, Speaker "Curly Wolf"	"What are ya waiting for. End it."	"Qu'est-ce t'attends ? Vas-y."
# WolfHurt 226, Speaker "$Player"	"...Say your prayers then, boss. We both know you're going to Hell anyway."	"...Dis tes prières, patron. On sait tous les deux qu'tu vas en Enfer de toute façon."

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# WolfHurt 198	Your hand slid past it and caught onto his fist, locking your arm straight, desperately keeping it away despite his immense strength.	Ta main glisse et attrape son poing, bloque ton bras en tension, et tente désespérément de le garder éloigné, malgré sa grande force.
# WolfHurt 199	Every muscle in your arm was screaming with the effort to keep him away, shaking, the struggle of force between you swaying the knife.	Chaque muscle de ton bras crie sous cet effort pour l'éloigner, tremblant, le duel entre vous faisant osciller le couteau.
# WolfHurt 2	A shot rang out and a sharp whizz in the air was cut short by a wet thud and Curly flinching hard.	Un coup de feu retentit et un sifflement aigu dans l'air est interrompu par un bruit sourd et humide, et Curly tressaille fortement.
# WolfHurt 20	You carried the momentum of your stumble into a run, then swung your leg towards Black, foot connecting hard with his stomach.	Tu transformes l'élan de ta chute en course, puis tu balances ta jambe vers Black, ton pied se heurtant violemment à son estomac.
# WolfHurt 200	All the bones and tendons in your wrist felt like they were going to snap as Curly still pushed downward, forcing your arm to bend.	Tous les os et tendons de ton poignet sont sur le point de lâcher, Curly continuant de pousser vers le bas, forçant ton bras à se plier.
# WolfHurt 201	You didn't want to die. There was nothing you feared more right now than the thought of the metal plunging into your heart.	Tu ne veux pas mourir. Rien ne t'effraie plus en ce moment que l'idée du métal qui plonge dans ton cœur.
# WolfHurt 202	Every second felt like it stretched on. Curly's snarling, sharp toothed grin was gone, now just a steely gaze that stared towards the knife's goal.	Chaque seconde semble s'étirer. Le rictus acéré de Curly a disparu, il n'y a plus qu'un regard d'acier obnubilé par la destination du couteau.
# WolfHurt 203	You weren't strong enough. As you kept putting up the fight you just got weaker, and his arm got lower, and lower with yours in tandem.	Tu n'es pas assez fort. Au fur et à mesure du combat tu t'affaiblis, et son bras descend, et descend en même temps que le tien.
# WolfHurt 204	The blade so close now you could smell your own blood still on it.	La lame est maintenant si proche que tu peux sentir l'odeur de ton propre sang dessus.
# WolfHurt 205	You closed your eyes. Your jaw ached from your gritted teeth. Your arm felt like it was on fire.	Tu fermes les yeux. Ta mâchoire te fait mal à force de serrer les dents. Ton bras est en feu.
# WolfHurt 206	With what might be your final breath, you gave one last hard push, stretching toward the sky, the knife edge pressed on your arm.	Dans ce qui pourrait être ton dernier souffle, tu donnes une dernière impulsion, vers le ciel, la lame du couteau pressée contre ton bras.
# WolfHurt 207	You pushed and pushed and pushed against the vile knife, breath held deep in your lungs. A final prayer.	Tu pousses et pousses et pousses contre l'abject couteau, le souffle bloqué au fond de tes poumons. Une dernière prière.
# WolfHurt 208	Your arm sprang out and your eyes snapped open as Curly's arm jerked, and you shoved it away with all your might. Your ears were ringing.	Ton bras fuse et tes yeux s'ouvrent lorsque le bras de Curly tressaute, et tu le repousses de toutes tes forces. Tes oreilles bourdonnent.
# WolfHurt 209	Two gunshots had gone off, and to the immense relief of your arm Curly rolled off you, bullet holes in his stomach and chest.	Deux coups de feu retentissent, et au grand soulagement de ton bras, Curly roule sur toi, ventre et poitrine trouées.
# WolfHurt 21	He let out a grunt and a retch, clutching his stomach, giving Joseph the chance to throw him off.	Il laisse échapper un râle et un haut-le-coeur, et se serre l'estomac, donnant à Joseph l'occasion de le repousser.
# WolfHurt 210	He tried to stay on his knees but couldn't stop himself from falling against the wall, the side of his shirt staining with red.	Il essaye de rester sur ses genoux mais ne peut s'empêcher de tomber contre le mur, le pan de sa chemise se teintant de rouge.
# WolfHurt 211	You rolled to your side without another moment's hesitation, grabbing at the bannister to hastily pull yourself up and get away.	Tu roules sur le côté sans hésiter, attrapes la rampe pour te relever en hâte et t'en aller.
# WolfHurt 212	Curly was still bewildered, and before he could decide what to do next, you carefully kicked the knife out of his hand down the landing.	Curly est encore ahuri, et avant qu'il ne puisse décider de ce qu'il va faire, tu éjectes le couteau hors de ses mains vers le palier.
# WolfHurt 213	You looked over the bannister to the ground floor where the shots came from, and saw Joseph in the middle of the saloon.	Tu regardes par-dessus la balustrade vers le rez-de-chaussée d'où sont venus les coups de feu, et vois Joseph au milieu du saloon.
# WolfHurt 214	One arm propping him up on a table, the other pointing Curly's revolver up to you on the balcony.	Un bras sur une table le soutient, l'autre pointe le revolver de Curly vers toi sur le balcon.
# WolfHurt 215	He was panting and out of breath, but a smile lit up his face when you met eyes with him.	Il est haletant et essoufflé, mais un sourire illumine son visage lorsque vos yeux se rencontrent.
# WolfHurt 216	Curly was still against the wall, trying to cover up the holes in his side with a hand, but didn't seem to be trying to get away.	Curly est toujours contre le mur, essayant de couvrir les trous dans son flanc de sa main, mais n'essaye pas de s'enfuir.
# WolfHurt 217	He knew he was too hurt, you had the upper hand now. You waved over the balcony for Joseph to come upstairs.	Il sait qu'il est trop blessé, tu as l'avantage maintenant. Tu fais signe à Joseph de monter.
# WolfHurt 218	He did just that, shakily standing up and then slowly climbing the stairs, still wary of any tricks Curly might have up his sleeve.	Ce qu'il fait, se relevant en tremblant et grimpant lentement les escaliers, toujours précautionneux vis à vis des tours que Curly pourrait avoir dans sa manche.
# WolfHurt 219	Joseph kept the revolver pointed at Curly as he walked over to you, passing it to your hand, keeping it level all the while.	Joseph garde le revolver pointé sur Curly en s'approchant de toi, en te le passant dans la main, et le gardant toujours à hauteur.
# WolfHurt 22	Joseph rolled away on to his arms and knees, standing up quickly.	Joseph roule sur les bras et les genoux, et se relève rapidement.
# WolfHurt 220	The metal of the gun was warm in your hand and sticky with Joseph's blood. You held it firm, wrist straight.	Le métal de l'arme est chaud dans ta main et poisseux du sang de Joseph. Tu la tiens fermement, le poignet droit.
# WolfHurt 221	Finger on the trigger. Curly's face was no longer angry, or focused, or anything else you'd ever seen. It was just tired. Defeated.	Le doigt sur la détente. Le visage de Curly n'est plus hargneux, ni concentré, ni rien d'autre. Il est juste fatigué. Vaincu.
# WolfHurt 222	He had nothing left and he knew this was the end. What else was there for him to do?	Il n'a plus rien et il sait que c'est la fin. Que lui reste-t-il ?
# WolfHurt 223	He was at your mercy and it left a great pit in your stomach, a bottomless well that made you sick to think about.	Il est à ta merci et ça te fait un vide immense dans l'estomac, un puits sans fond qui te rend malade rien qu'en y pensant.

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