Kain Highwind (holylance) wrote in chaosunraveled, @ 2008-05-26 15:53:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | blythe, finished thread, kain, rating: pg-13, setting: asgard |
Who: Kain and Blythe(Open to Asgard)
Where: The front porch of Asgard
When: After Kain loses spectacularly to Ichimaru and drags himself home.
Rating: PG 13 for injuries and possible language.
Warnings: ...A bloody, beat up, broody, snappy Kain?
Summary: Kain manages to get back to Asgard, and stops to take a rest on the front porch to try and tend to his wounds.
Kain dropped his lance halfway up the steps, glad that he didn't have to carry the thing any farther, and practically collapsed onto the wooden boards, leaning up against the front door as he heaved a sigh.
Now came the hard part.
He shook off his helmet--the thing was hot and restricting, and he didn't need it anymore--and shoved it to the side with his foot before attempting to remove his upper body armor. He'd had to do it before while injured, and it was something that didn't get easier with time. It would be especially difficult this time. His right arm hurt like hell to move due to his broken collar bone, and his left was numb and didn't respond well due to the wound to his left shoulder. It also hurt like hell. He settled on using his right arm, since his left was pretty much useless anyway.
This is gonna be fun.
Gritting his teeth, he reached over--oh God that hurt--and began to unstrap the armor over his left arm, first. The shoulder pad covering his injury was the first to come off. Kain let out a hiss of pain as he peeled it away. The metal had collapsed inward into his wound, and pulling it off caused blood to begin pouring out from it as swiftly as it had when he was first injured.
He pressed his hand into it, and felt another wave of pain from both sides. He just couldn't catch a break, could he? Not that he deserved it. His preformance in the fight had been horrible, and he was lucky to have escaped with his life, even if his pride had been broken to pieces.
Kain gazed down at the blood coming up through his fingers, and decided that now was not the time to brood. He had to get this armor off and his injuries treated.