@betterhealing
He’d been warned in the past. Having such an obvious vulnerability like the cloak, and relying on it so heavily when it was so easy to remove. But he felt invincible, of course he wasn’t going to listen, He’d survived bombs and blasts that could outright kill other people, how could anyone even get close enough to take it.
Well it turned out it didn’t take much. A single punch from one of those weird pneumatic fists. He didn’t quite remember much of the fight after that, just flashes. Frantic scrabbling, getting yanked back by the cloak, taking it off without thinking and then more blows raining on him as he slowed down. It was only in a terrified grasp that Sid had managed to fling himself out of their reach and run. He hadn’t even thought about the cloak until he’d had to wipe the blood out of his eyes, but by the time he had made it back to where they had attacked him, the cloak was gone.
With no leads, enough injuries to keep him unfocused, and a desert full of bandits, the mage had made his way towards the glowing city. He’d need medical attention before he even thought about going after those football weirdos.
Of course walking for that long, no way to stem the blood, and barely enough coherence to even think about it, Sidereal all but collapsed when he finally made it to the Follower’s camp. Barely managing to grab on to some random guy in a lab coat to keep himself from hitting the ground. “S-ssorry, I... blood... sorry”
