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Mileena ran fast, her breath coming out in small pants. Her side throbbed but it didn’t slow her. She kept running until the fighting in the distance was nothing more than a whisper. She had just abandoned the men loyal to her to save herself. They were just tarkatan warriors. Expendable in her eyes. Leaning against a tree, Mileena looked down at her wound. An arrow was lodged into her side, sticking through to the other side of her. “Damn it.” She growled. Mileena rarely let herself get injured. She was too fast. But this time she was careless. She was trying to help one of her warriors, like an idiot. She couldn’t let herself become soft. If she were to rule Outworld it would be the way her father did.

Mileena began to pull the arrow out. She cried out in pain before looing around. Hopefully no one was around to see her in her vulnerable state and take advantage of it. Blood seeped between her fingers as she continued to work on the arrow. 

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Doing errands was part of his living with the Clan, at least whenever he decided to hang around. The Shirai Ryu were accommodating and used to his presence now, barely batting an eye or reaching for a weapon when he returned from a long flight. It was a place he could go back to and that gave Desmond some peace. 

Perhaps, however, that was why he had chosen a tree as his resting point. At the very least, he stayed out of the way, curled up next to the trunk as he slept soundly.

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“Do you honestly think ‘Sorry’ is going to make up for that?”

He has no answer for that. Only a nervous shuffle of feet and a slow rub to the back of his head. Strange how he felt like a child all of a sudden.

“Um...”

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    A rough, irritated sigh escaped him. Although the Shirai Ryu were on Earthrealm’s side, they still weren’t… the best of people.

“Master Hasashi, are you here to cause trouble?”

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Do your drafts, missy! 

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Hanzo stared in horror at what he had witnessed. Holding Desmond close to him, trying to stop the bleeding with one of his hands, the other holding him close. Tears welled within his eyes as he stared Desmond in the face, trying to resist the urge to cry. He frowned. "Why did you do that? What were you thinking!? You shouldn't... you didn't need to... I don't want to lose you, dammit..."

My muse has taken a fatal blow intended for your muse in a form of self sacrifice, they now lay dying in your muses arms, how does your muse react?

There’s a shudder, either from the pain itself or as a general reaction to the words spoken to him. It’s not really clear which. Despite the pain he’s in, Desmond manages a half grin before letting out a sharp exhale that indicates it’s a struggle for him to breathe. 

“You won’t... not... not permanently...” the phoenix manages to choke out, finding it harder to speak than it was to breathe. The bleeding does not stem, it continues at the same flow. He’s bleeding out.