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13.May.13, 01:29 PM
His attempts to struggle and hit the dragon had ceased, the whip kept coming, and then he felt serrated blades, teeth, sink into his leg deeper. He began to cry out, but the sound couldn't come out of his mouth in time, as the wind was ripped from his lungs as he found his body a rag-doll, at the mercy of physics, in mid-air. He hit the wall with his back and butt, and the pain of it all was nothing compared to falling from where he'd hit the wall onto the floor, which hurt his arm, side, hip, and leg. He felt in a daze and simply couldn't do much of anything for a few moments, his mind struggling to recover from the shock. It was during this time that S'kef was walking towards him.
When he'd found his strength and re-learned how to breathe, he used his good arm to try to push himself up, to get off the floor. He was in a sort of cheating push-up position when S'kef's boot connected with his side and brought a new wave of pain. It hurt like the dickens, and it ruined his attempt to get up, and caused him to do a face-plant instead, where his forehead was a cleaning rag to pick up the dirt on the floor.
He hissed, spattering saliva everywhere, and felt relieved there was no blood in it. His leg felt warm and sticky, but he wouldn't let himself look yet. He simply knew he had to get up, so he gathered his strength, did the cheating push-up again, and managed to get himself into a sitting position against the wall. From here, he could see most of his body. His clothes were soaked in red almost everywhere. His arm hung wrong, his leg too red to see any other details, and cuts and scrapes and missing pieces of garmet all along his back and sides. He felt the whipping welts and felt surely they were bloody.
He'd begun to wimper softly to himself when he decided he couldn't really get up or move much else. But he wouldn't let S'kef win. He made his good arm sticky with the blood of his leg and then began to wipe his arm all over the wall, leaving red streaks and red handprints everywhere. Yes, he would get back at S'kef by making his walls look awful.
But it hurt so much. He felt himself getting tired, and his movements were all with horrible form, mostly flailing about.
How was he going to get to the Healing Hall in time?
When he'd found his strength and re-learned how to breathe, he used his good arm to try to push himself up, to get off the floor. He was in a sort of cheating push-up position when S'kef's boot connected with his side and brought a new wave of pain. It hurt like the dickens, and it ruined his attempt to get up, and caused him to do a face-plant instead, where his forehead was a cleaning rag to pick up the dirt on the floor.
He hissed, spattering saliva everywhere, and felt relieved there was no blood in it. His leg felt warm and sticky, but he wouldn't let himself look yet. He simply knew he had to get up, so he gathered his strength, did the cheating push-up again, and managed to get himself into a sitting position against the wall. From here, he could see most of his body. His clothes were soaked in red almost everywhere. His arm hung wrong, his leg too red to see any other details, and cuts and scrapes and missing pieces of garmet all along his back and sides. He felt the whipping welts and felt surely they were bloody.
He'd begun to wimper softly to himself when he decided he couldn't really get up or move much else. But he wouldn't let S'kef win. He made his good arm sticky with the blood of his leg and then began to wipe his arm all over the wall, leaving red streaks and red handprints everywhere. Yes, he would get back at S'kef by making his walls look awful.
But it hurt so much. He felt himself getting tired, and his movements were all with horrible form, mostly flailing about.
How was he going to get to the Healing Hall in time?
