Battle Of Castamere--Sveden War
Jan 22, 2016 6:13:20 GMT
Edelweiss Fjäril, Lasair Landevier Lupen, and 2 more like this
Post by Sayvahn on Jan 22, 2016 6:13:20 GMT
Witches. Of course they were witches. He barely heard the voice, but that word caught him. Eiral was more then likely asking for help, but Lasair, Lasair said not to let magic fly, and Sayvahn was going to hold onto that. And besides. Giving out his Ander identity was a horrible plan. Letting out a hiss, he backed away. The trains were nearing full capacity, and there was no chance at breaking up fights now. Especially in his state, so he slinked back a bit. At least, that was the plan until a little voice called out to him.
He turned, and saw one of the boys who had been with Lasair approach him. But then, a light, a ring, and then, the rocks, the chunks. Far enough away to avoid, but Sayvahn felt the blast, the recoil in the ground, the wind kiss his skin and, oh gods, where was the boy?
“Blast it.” He cursed, stumbling closer, climbing over rubble and debris, fallen victims more blood then flesh. But the boy, he had to check on the boy first.
“Kid.” He began, holding the boys head up a bit, but the stone in his shoulder—it protruded, halting any further movement. But they needed to get out of there, but he couldn’t remove that stone. Not with it that deep. If he removed it, the blood would surely pool out. But there was already so much. “Kid, can you hear me?” Sayvahn caressed the boy’s face, slapping it lightly to keep the boy awake. He couldn’t loose consciousness. Not at this state. “Stay with me.”
Looking around, Sayvahn searched for a medic, but spotting one in all the turmoil, in all the chaos, it was impossible. And the likely hood they come over in all the madness ? Even more so. Blast it.
“Medic!” He called out despite it all, already removing his vest, but no one was going to come. Sayvahn would have to get the rock out of him. Blast it. Lasair said Emelo and Leo. But the part. The hair. Remember. Leo. Leo was the kids name. Had been second in the order, hadn’t he? At least Sayvahn hoped so. Frankly in this state, the boy could be alled Hendrick and he would probably respond.
“Leo, you’re going to have to stay with me, okay?” Ripping his shirt sleeve, he wrapped it the best he could on the boy’s shoulder, or at least he tried to. The rock was lodged so high up that the best he could do was try to limit the blood flow to the shoulder. He then ripped the other sleeve and folded it over, hands trembling as he spoke.
“I need you to bite onto this. I’m going to have to transport you, okay?” He gave the boy a minute to speak before pushing the folded cloth into Lea mouth. Sayvahn tried to push his glasses up a bit higher, only to smear blood against his cheek and glass. Cursing, he realized he still had pieces of glass in his arm. He couldn’t work like that. Removing the shards, he tried to steady his trembling fingers. Blast it, blast it, blast it! Sayvahn bit his lip, finally removing the little projectiles, blood dripping down, but there was already so much. The kid was covered in it. Bathing in it. Breathing in deeply Sayvahn instinctively tried to push up his sleeves, but there was none. Shaking his head, he took a breath. It was now or never. One of the trains had already gone, and the brother? Where was the brother? No, he couldn’t wait for the boy. The soldiers, they were nearing. Carnage, ever increasing. And with the boy wounded— time was precious. Sayvahn put his vest in his own mouth to grab when ready, breathing heavily as he counted. One. He got up. Two. Grabbed the rock. Three. Lifted. Struggled, but lifted, then tossed, and oh god, he pressed the vest into the boy’s shoulder, pushing down hard enough, watching the blood soak into the color, hoping that it would stop, that the hemorrhage would clog, but it kept flowing.
“Come on, Leo, stay with me. Stay with me.” Clog, blast it, clog!
He turned, and saw one of the boys who had been with Lasair approach him. But then, a light, a ring, and then, the rocks, the chunks. Far enough away to avoid, but Sayvahn felt the blast, the recoil in the ground, the wind kiss his skin and, oh gods, where was the boy?
“Blast it.” He cursed, stumbling closer, climbing over rubble and debris, fallen victims more blood then flesh. But the boy, he had to check on the boy first.
“Kid.” He began, holding the boys head up a bit, but the stone in his shoulder—it protruded, halting any further movement. But they needed to get out of there, but he couldn’t remove that stone. Not with it that deep. If he removed it, the blood would surely pool out. But there was already so much. “Kid, can you hear me?” Sayvahn caressed the boy’s face, slapping it lightly to keep the boy awake. He couldn’t loose consciousness. Not at this state. “Stay with me.”
Looking around, Sayvahn searched for a medic, but spotting one in all the turmoil, in all the chaos, it was impossible. And the likely hood they come over in all the madness ? Even more so. Blast it.
“Medic!” He called out despite it all, already removing his vest, but no one was going to come. Sayvahn would have to get the rock out of him. Blast it. Lasair said Emelo and Leo. But the part. The hair. Remember. Leo. Leo was the kids name. Had been second in the order, hadn’t he? At least Sayvahn hoped so. Frankly in this state, the boy could be alled Hendrick and he would probably respond.
“Leo, you’re going to have to stay with me, okay?” Ripping his shirt sleeve, he wrapped it the best he could on the boy’s shoulder, or at least he tried to. The rock was lodged so high up that the best he could do was try to limit the blood flow to the shoulder. He then ripped the other sleeve and folded it over, hands trembling as he spoke.
“I need you to bite onto this. I’m going to have to transport you, okay?” He gave the boy a minute to speak before pushing the folded cloth into Lea mouth. Sayvahn tried to push his glasses up a bit higher, only to smear blood against his cheek and glass. Cursing, he realized he still had pieces of glass in his arm. He couldn’t work like that. Removing the shards, he tried to steady his trembling fingers. Blast it, blast it, blast it! Sayvahn bit his lip, finally removing the little projectiles, blood dripping down, but there was already so much. The kid was covered in it. Bathing in it. Breathing in deeply Sayvahn instinctively tried to push up his sleeves, but there was none. Shaking his head, he took a breath. It was now or never. One of the trains had already gone, and the brother? Where was the brother? No, he couldn’t wait for the boy. The soldiers, they were nearing. Carnage, ever increasing. And with the boy wounded— time was precious. Sayvahn put his vest in his own mouth to grab when ready, breathing heavily as he counted. One. He got up. Two. Grabbed the rock. Three. Lifted. Struggled, but lifted, then tossed, and oh god, he pressed the vest into the boy’s shoulder, pushing down hard enough, watching the blood soak into the color, hoping that it would stop, that the hemorrhage would clog, but it kept flowing.
“Come on, Leo, stay with me. Stay with me.” Clog, blast it, clog!