Sascha fell forward in lightning speed which almost squeezed every single molecule of air out of his lungs as he hit the rocky forest path. In panic he gasped for air as the stinging pain from his injuries flushed through his body in such a surge that white lights took over his entire vision field. His heartbeat was raised to unbelievable heights since he had been running at full speed through the forest in hope to get rid of the bandits on his heels. There might only be two of them but that was also two more than he could handle no doubt. He was horribly bad at fighting and for that matter only with healing abilities which wasn't really suited for the situation he was in. It's not like it would be smart to heal the ones trying to rob you and possibly hurt you.
It took all his force to crawl back up on his feet while he still tried to draw back as much oxygen as he could possibly get into his lungs as he started running again. Filthy seamed to follow him around now days either from chopping wood or getting chased by bandits, there was no escaping it and almost started to form to his entire identity. crush! snap! rattle! Damn he wasn't very stealthy either it seamed, probably could her him running at the other side of this world if they focused.. this was bad.. really bad. He needed a plan now before his lungs exploded, what was he going to do!?
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
