"..mn.. No.." I got propelled into the ground. My gear was nowhere to be seen.
Fire was spreading fast. It grabbed people by their collars and sucked the very soul out of them. One after another; screams of blood echoed through the open fields, ringing in places where help wasn't forthcoming.
My ears were ringing. My helmet was crushed next to my head. If I wouldn't have taken it off as quick as I could, I'd be already gone. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't allow myself to succumb to this. It was nothing worse than what I usually had to deal with, that's what I believed.
The shouts of children and and crying parents was becoming unintelligible. My head bursted with pain and my joints trembled with the weight of my responsibility. I couldn't let those people die. I couldn't slip on ice and not get up.
"Hhh.. Help.." I wheezed. It wouldn't be long until the smoke and the flames would affect me, too. Time was running out, but so was I.
"I can't.. Help.. Them.." In that moment I couldn't even finish a sentence. What would my excuse be, when I'd face the one that created me? What was I going to tell her? Would I tell her about how I failed to accomplish my one and only mission?
If I had enough time to spiral, I had enough time to get up and try again. I tried to shift and lean forward using my elbows.
My ulna was a grain of sand away from being outside of my body. What shoved me with such strength? What force casted me aside with such hatred, that it pushed out all the life in my lungs?
That wasn't a question to be answered. I was still in the process of getting up, but everything around me felt wiggly and unstable. I tried reaching out towards something- anything that I can help myself with. Not even the nature didn't take me under its care.
My team was nowhere. The ones who would usually jump in right when I'd think there's no way out didn't answer the calls of my needs. Was my amulet broken? I often handle things on my own and become stubborn towards any help source, but they know better than to leave me here.
I felt my body give out on me on its own. I was left half-conscious on open grounds, surrounded by the terror of the ones trying to save whatever they can away from the spreading chaos.
".. Curse.." My lungs burnt with every letter. "Cursedshot.." Another sharp inhale. Cadet blue clouds formed from every breath. I winced in the pain's waves.
My eyelids felt heavy on my eyes. My blood was draining out of my body.
Despite it all, it didn't take long until I heard another set of footsteps clearing through the grass in the midst of my unconsciousness. The silhouette crouched beside my quivering body and let one hand slip over my armor. From what I could sense, they were searching for my pulse point.
That familiar sound was the only motivator for me to crane my head to the side to stare at the one at my side.
"You.. Came." A weak smile tried my lips.
"Of course I did, couldn't have the savior between us be shown no mercy." I wanted to roll my eyes and laugh, if it wasn't for my throat to have internal wounds.
".. Still holding on strong." My eyes narrowed on them whilst I tried not to pass out. "Come back to life now, wrecked soul.." Their tone always alleviated my afflictions. The authority inside of this creature, so strong that it makes the sprit return to the body just enough for the Phighter to keep moving.. It was always fascinating. It didn't have the same effect as the Wendigo's masses, but it was enough to help me regain my energy. Their hand movements were eerie, but it always did its job. My heartbeat became deeper, so did my breathing. I let my head fall back on the ground and feel my horns start glowing again despite the constant stabbing in my ribs. "What would I.. Do without.. You." I managed to grin through gritted teeth. It took some seconds for my body to recover, but it all worked in my favor. Still,
"The people.." They seemed to pay little to no attention. "I was supposed.. To.."
"Mm, where's your gear?" They glanced around us, looking for my bworder which was nowhere to be seen.
Whilst I finally sat up on my own, my body was still in a critical state. I could only hope the others were coming, none of Cursed's concerns.
"I must get you somewhere safe; the sword won't find itself." I could only nod with a sheepish simper. "Why didn't you pray to your deity?"
".." I avoided eye contact, letting out a heavy exhale as if to ask for them to spare me with such questions. They knew that even if I tried calling out to WINDFORCE, she would hate my weakness and cast me aside. Someway or another, I needed to change the subject.
"Beam!" The Phighter's eye widened in surprise when it caught the glint of my sword's handle shooting towards us.
In just a matter of some seconds, I was on my bwoard again, searching to escape their gaze as fast as I could. I knew it would only be passive, but it was better than having to face more than I could already handle.
I rushed back to the ones in danger.
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