Helpless
Maxwell was lying on the groud as his blood ran down his body and stained his clothes. That flawless clothing the archbishop always wore was now a mess. It was ripped and dirty with blood. Even his long white hair was dirty with blood. He could barely move because of the pain in his body but he managed to drag himself into a corner and sit propping his back against a wall. He was scared by what had happened and also afraid he couldn't get out of there. Maxwell usually didn't go with the Iscariot members to fight against monsters and heretics, first because he was really bad at fighting and second because accidents always happened. Like this time. But sometimes he had to supervise the missions, which ended in this situation. The man stood there, trying to get up with every unsuccessful attempt.
