Post by nightblood on Oct 10, 2008 23:21:25 GMT -5
Damian lurched backward, away from Cohen's claws. The very last thing he wanted was to get raked by those terrible scythes. As he pulled away, the Guardian could feel his veins and arteries tearing away from Cohen's teeth. Once the last inch of flesh was shredded, Damian tore out of there as if he was on fire. He might as well have been. The pain was immense. Through the searing that burned his brain, it was only a miracle that he remembered that he would need to wash the wound and stop the bleeding. He was only vaguely aware of the mass amount of blood that was trailing from his severed arm.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, Damian tried to think calming thoughts. He did not need to add his pained voice to the trail he was leaving. The first thing he needed to do was find a stream. From there, some moss to sooth the pain, and an arse load of cobwebs to stop the bleeding. He knew very little about healing, and doubted anyone here would know more than he did. His best chance to live would be to leave Sallin, which, in turn, was suicide.
Gritting his teeth through the pain, Damian tried to think calming thoughts. He did not need to add his pained voice to the trail he was leaving. The first thing he needed to do was find a stream. From there, some moss to sooth the pain, and an arse load of cobwebs to stop the bleeding. He knew very little about healing, and doubted anyone here would know more than he did. His best chance to live would be to leave Sallin, which, in turn, was suicide.