He doesn't grumble, lying motionless on the ground as Safflower sniffs the blood and offal on his helmet. When offered, he simply grasps at the blurry rope-like object in front of him and hangs on as best he can.
"The sword - " he gasps out, unable to think of a clever reply. He let go of Lashan's blade at some point after the bear's death, and the lack of weapon in his hand was the loudest signal blaring his brain. When Safflower helps tug his body out from under the mutated bulk of the beast, it hurts his joints. Being compressed between metal and a ton of meat was a terrible endeavor, as much as it protected all his vital parts. He manages to eventually be squeezed out onto the muddy floor.
He slowly gets up on his knees and hands, taking in deeper breaths and spitting out the blood that managed to get into his mouth. The top-half of his borrowed clothes were dyed a deep black-red, undisturbed by the rain. When he looks up, he sees Safflower's familiar tan forelegs pawing the mud. He can't help but smile a bit, even if its hidden under his visor.
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"The sword - " he gasps out, unable to think of a clever reply. He let go of Lashan's blade at some point after the bear's death, and the lack of weapon in his hand was the loudest signal blaring his brain. When Safflower helps tug his body out from under the mutated bulk of the beast, it hurts his joints. Being compressed between metal and a ton of meat was a terrible endeavor, as much as it protected all his vital parts. He manages to eventually be squeezed out onto the muddy floor.
He slowly gets up on his knees and hands, taking in deeper breaths and spitting out the blood that managed to get into his mouth. The top-half of his borrowed clothes were dyed a deep black-red, undisturbed by the rain. When he looks up, he sees Safflower's familiar tan forelegs pawing the mud. He can't help but smile a bit, even if its hidden under his visor.