Wind. That's all I feel. The soft touch of a cold wind.
My sight is blurred, just dark lines that have no form, no meaning to my eyes.
My hearing is muted; the sounds of the battle ringing out like gongs, but to me they are as faint as a whisper.
Blood pours from my mouth like a fountain of red. It tastes salty and wet. It pools around my cracked and dirty hands and onto the rocky, dry, earth below me.
I can barely move. My legs are stiffened like metal beams, and my neck and arms are paralyzed. But I keep moving. I push myself upwards and onto my feet. My boots are gone, probably blown off in the explosion. I stumble blindly forwards, the stones in the ground cutting into my bare feet an dmaking them bleed more. The pain doesn't register; I'm already numb from the frigid air. I can see the cliff-side just over the slope, the only thing not fuzzy in my sight. If I can just make it through the fighting armies...
A laser bolt slams into the back of my knee. This time the blow strikes a nerve, and the pain rushes up to my head. I can hear myself scream and feel my legs crumpling. I close my eyes to block out the pain. It works somewhat, so I crawl agonizingly slow up the slope, ducking my head whenever a laser or shards of armor flies by me. I soon reach the cliff. I need to get away from here. This isn't my fight.
I hope I have enough strength to climb down the steep rock. I try to swing myself down over the cliff, but I have overestimated my abilities in this state. My hands grope for the small ledge I can use to start my slow descent, but they find nothing but the open sky.
My body is beginning to shut down. I am going to die here, right now. Once I hit the bottom of the mountain and into the gorge, I'm nothing but a broken body. But as I fall, I think about the months leading up to this moment. My time spent with the love of my life. The time I shared with Sev.
