CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
It came up behind her in the rain faster than she could move to notch another arrow. The rain was coming down too hard, there was too much yelling, so much fighting, that Cressida couldn't have seen the Mindflayer creeping from behind any sooner. As she pivoted quickly on a heel, nearly slipping in the process, the ink hit her in the eyes so quickly that she barely caught a glimpse of the monster before the world went black-- and oh, did it sting.
Being blinded wasn't the worst thing, surely, but within moments, the archer was losing her footing, and suddenly-- there was nothing beneath her. She was falling, and then, excruciating pain as she landed on the deck below, directly onto the delicate bones of her wrist. A scream ripped itself from her throat despite herself, and as she lay there, rain pelting down harshly on her face, the only thing she could muster up in the place of words was a Cure.
And as the spell washed over, she groaned from the discomfort, already shifting to return to her knees. No, no, she couldn't stop here. She had to keep going; she couldn't stop. Shakily, and with ragged breaths, Cressida stumbled back to her feet, whimpering under her breath at the throb of the fractured bone. Oh, Faram, it hurt-- it hurt so much.