Tryin' to wash away all the blood I've spilt
This lust is a burden that we both share
This lust is a burden that we both share
Liam watched the fyrhunds, his mind working overtime as he tried and failed to strategize his way out of the situation in which he found himself. There was no magic fix, no channeled spirit, nothing aside from him and two hunters, pack animals who were out for his blood. His left hand dripped the precious liquid onto the rocks at his feet, his palm slick with crimson. It wasn’t a deep wound, but it was a distraction all the same, and one he could hardly afford.
The first fyrhund lunged. Liam dodged reflexively, sidestepping to his right as he brought his sword up and over in a short arc meant to knock the fyrhund’s jaws aside - but he hadn’t accounted for the beast’s claws, which sank into the muscles of his upper arm as it sailed by, leaving an acrid, lancing pain in its wake. Liam grunted, a strangled sort of noise that was probably louder than he realized.
The second fyrhund had lunged in unison, moving to his left to try to cut in behind, but since Liam had dodged to the right, both creatures now stalked him from the left, having failed to get around behind him. That was something, at least. Liam faced them with his sword held between, the rocks now on his left to protect his injured arm. While the cut on his hand was shallow, the soldier was keenly aware that the slices on his arm were anything but, seeping blood onto the rocks at his feet at a rate that was concerning, to say the least. But he didn’t have the time to stop and bind the wound, so he continued to bleed freely as he squared up with his adversaries.
Maea was somewhere nearby, if the chakram that had sliced through the air was any indication. He could only pray she would arrive soon, whole and unharmed, and ready to rejoin the battle.
The first fyrhund lunged. Liam dodged reflexively, sidestepping to his right as he brought his sword up and over in a short arc meant to knock the fyrhund’s jaws aside - but he hadn’t accounted for the beast’s claws, which sank into the muscles of his upper arm as it sailed by, leaving an acrid, lancing pain in its wake. Liam grunted, a strangled sort of noise that was probably louder than he realized.
The second fyrhund had lunged in unison, moving to his left to try to cut in behind, but since Liam had dodged to the right, both creatures now stalked him from the left, having failed to get around behind him. That was something, at least. Liam faced them with his sword held between, the rocks now on his left to protect his injured arm. While the cut on his hand was shallow, the soldier was keenly aware that the slices on his arm were anything but, seeping blood onto the rocks at his feet at a rate that was concerning, to say the least. But he didn’t have the time to stop and bind the wound, so he continued to bleed freely as he squared up with his adversaries.
Maea was somewhere nearby, if the chakram that had sliced through the air was any indication. He could only pray she would arrive soon, whole and unharmed, and ready to rejoin the battle.
Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt
Liam
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
Feel free to use force/magic on Liam.
