#Idk kinda throwing this in and around Ghimlyt?? Makes sense??

[milesducemdominus]

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Darkness felt heavy, the rising smoke of burning machines and spreading fuel fires choking every breath drawn into exhausted lungs. Still, even in the lull that approached could one hear the shouts and cries associated with conflict - whether they were within ones mind, scarred from all seen, or whether they were somewhere within the maze of trenches one simply couldn't be sure.

He limps, pale gaze fixated upon the uneven terrain, one hand hanging on steadfast to his blade while the other had wrapped around the vicious length of an arrow's shaft, the razor head buried deep into the upper portion of his chest, erring toward a shoulder.

It burned, it stung; the aching pain that reared with every movement distracting the train of thought that attempted to get moving. He had those around him to yet get to safety, find somewhere among the madness to settle for just a short while to regain a smite of energy and tend to gained wounds. But, as he looks past the smoke and vulgarity of war around him does Aymeric feel his hope fading.

Panted breaths felt uncomfortable, coughing agitating lacerations and the embedded state of foreign objects and yet couldn't be helped for the sting of chemicals in the air grew too much.

Dragging feet eventually found their way to an indent in the rock, the darkness continuing inward to what appeared to be a cave - and 't is there in which Aymeric and the few folk he had nearby that belonged to the Alliance took shelter for the moment. Just to get off of his feet, just to sit with his back against the damp wall of the cave - - it was a blessing and although they had very little to aid themselves with aside from bundles of bandages stuffed into pockets, there was gladness in their reprieve.

They needed to be swift - there was no telling when another wave of enemy would come nearby enough to spy them, and thus Aymeric removed a pauldron and took a closer look at the arrow so deeply embedded in his person. The majority of the shaft was snapped - his cry of pain muffled by sealed lips and furrowed brows - allowing him to weave the fabric of his tunic and mail over it, revealing bloodstained skin beneath.

He's tired, every breath drawn tightening his chest, but he forces himself onward; dousing the wound in a small amount of salve that would, hopefully, aid in the dissuasion of infection. Eyes, however, already note the discolouration surrounding the arrowhead and where it had embedded itself, the swelling of surrounding muscle and skin, the sweet odour that mixed in with the vicious copper of blood.

Necrosis - he'd seen it before, the way living tissue started to die because of trauma or, more likely than not, a form of poison. That possibility churns his empty stomach, aches and pains throughout his body growing worse - cramps gnawing at his calves.

Aymeric firmed his consciousness, cast aside panic and concerns and attempted to force his concentration back onto the pressing need of getting those around him to help. They weren't too far from the Alliance base, they could make it if they were careful; but as eyes glance around did he come to the abysmal realisation that very few of them were in any such state to be moving any further and thus he made the rational decision to send one fellow, still standing and able, to go and note someone of their location. It was a hideous risk, that was true, but it seemed as if they had no other choice.

For a moment, just a moment, does he close his eyes and attempt to steady the immense racing of his heartbeat - he would do nobody any good to give in aught too soon. Bleeding had slowed, gashes and wounds forgotten about in place of the growing discolouration hidden beneath the fabric of his tunic, in place of the tightness in his chest and the growing inability to breathe deeply.

Thoughts turned to loved ones, good friends, faces he would miss were he never to see them again - unable to help the macabre genre, ears focused upon the sounds of explosions and distant battle.

After everything- was this truly to be his final chapter?

#A Hero is an Ordinary Individual Who Finds the Strength to Persevere || Replies || #Idk kinda throwing this in and around Ghimlyt?? Makes sense?? #TW: Injury #TW: Injury Mention #TW: Blood #TW: Blood Mention #TW: Poison #TW: Poison Mention