Elion took a deep breath, pain searing through his shoulder as he leaned his head back. The gash in his leather wasn’t deep or at least it hadn’t felt that way until the battle had subsided. It was a breathe. An inhale. And that was all it took for the pain to set in and for him to find his way to into the gates for some relief. He attempted to roll his left shoulder. Which it moved, thank gods. It hurt like hell, but he knew once he found a way to stop the bleeding, he could make his way back. So he sat, jaw locked, eyes closed as the battle played over in his mind. Analyzing his movements. The moments he should’ve ducked or pushed forward. He considered himself a gifted swordsman and yet, these battles...they were taking more out of him than expected. He felt as though they-- he wasn’t making any ground. What happened to the fighter he knew? The one who threw caution to the wind and won no matter the circumstance?
But circumstance was different now, wasn’t it? This was war. Real war. Not some silly sparring session. Not a duel. It was real and it was fierce. He sighed to himself, wondering what his brother would think of him, sitting when he could be out there? His foot bounced, unsure if or when another wave would hit. Maybe this was a bad idea. He was fine enough to move, no matter the pain. He needed to get back out there. Elion stood, about to make his way around the bustling relief members, helping those with worse injuries, back to the frontlines when he caught a flash of familiar red.
“Willow?” he called out before he could stop himself. No, there was no good reason she’d be so close to the battle field. Not when she was supposed to be home in Eden. @prxncess-willow