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Post by ash on Aug 14, 2016 14:41:04 GMT
Roan stood shakily. The wound was still bleeding, still painful. The bloodloss rendered him unstable, but he was not alone. Despite that, nobody seemed to care much for the fallen king of Azgeda. And why would they? It was his commander that had caused this wreck in parts, as far as he heard. He still felt shocked and torn from what he experienced between being shot and now. It was a shock to his system, painful in itself. Roan all but resigned himself to die in this place. He couldn't get up. Even if he tried his limbs wouldn't carry him by himself.
So he had to cling to a wall and whatever would support him in order to even scramble to his feet. Walking was extremly hard for him in his position. He had to cling to something, which was hardly possible. But he made a few steps. Soemhow he would get someone to notice him, but he had no idea it would be this way. His way was walking until his legs gave in, unceremoniously walling to the ground in front of not unfamiliar boots. It was a Skaikru girl.
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