super lavitz, the hero of bahamut (gripes) wrote in emillion, |
The shock of the impact with the ground had stunned Lavitz long enough for him to disregard the pain, the sky shining brighter than normal. As his senses slowly returned, he felt the blood pooling along his throat, dripping hot across his shoulder and collarbone. It was Amarant's shadow passing overheard to block out the sun that finally drew him back-- along with the hot, crippling pain.
Without needing to stop and assess the damage, he knew something had been punctured. He could tell from the searing agony as he pulled himself into a seated position, catching sight of Kiernan just briefly as he stood. Faram fuck. Breathing harshly, he drew his gaze up to the circling wyverns, waiting for the pain to subside long enough to him to issue a command to Amarant to rain fire down on the dinosaur, who roared at the second onslaught of flames.
By the time he reached his friend, it was all he could do not to fall down to a knee, ignoring the extent of his own injuries to cast a Protect on Kiernan. "I don't think it knows any magic," he breathed, "and if it does, it mostly relies on brute force. Watch out for the teeth."
It was meant to be a joke, but it mostly fell flat.