Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
Aspel/Ari/Mag/(Drake?/Kiernan?/Rictor?)/Open~
Divina was safe. The threat was dispatched. Her team had made it out all with fairly minimal injuries. The Sentinel had done her duty as was appropriate. However, even with the pained haze of her mind, there were still things to do. The fingers of Aspel’s right hand wrapped firmly around the hilt of the half broken sword as she began to slowly make her way out of the cave, painful step by painful step. Low grunts slipped out between clenched teeth and her entire body ached.
Aspel’s armor was broken, distorted, dented, bent, rended open in several areas and generally not really fit for any sane hume to be wearing if it could be helped at all. The tingle of dark magicks played against the back of her mind, while the pain from shots of Lightning spells zapping through her body made some parts of metal have begun to melt into her skin. The missing half of her sword was firmly lodged, sticking out of her left shoulder in the soft flesh between the ball and socket joint and her neck. Thankfully, the way in which the sword was stuck seemed to be causing fairly minimal blood loss at this point. Each step taken was limped and the smith’s breathing came in short inhales and brief exhales, attempting to jar her ribs as little as humanly possible. With the looseness which her left arm hung down at her side, there was little use that would be obtained from it, even if she tried.
Stretches of the gleaming armor had been streaked ruby with her own blood and Aspel attempted to repress a whimper as her armor shifted, causing the half a sword blade sticking out of her shoulder to pull against the muscle there. Eyes squinted a moment, her vision blurring from pain and her jaw clenched even tighter. She wouldn’t be much use to anyone in such reduced functionality at this point but she needed to find Ari and Mag. Drake too if it could be helped but… It would be a miracle if she could find any of them really.
Though, even in her rather severely damaged state, armor broken, the metal cut ragged by swords crashing through it, her blood soaking the under padding, and any movement causing hot streaks of pain to shoot through her body, it seemed that she still had some favor left with someone or something above as a familiar form came into view.
"Thank Faram." The words were lowly huffed. It was hard to tell precisely it was with the way her eyes worked at this moment, but… It didn’t entirely matter as they didn’t stagger around like the undead creatures that had been fell about them. Much unlike how Aspel most likely staggered about right now, her pace slow, her walk sluggish and rigid at best.
"Are you well?" It hurt to speak. Faram, everything hurt.