'At the Battle of Urû'baen'
My head swims as the battle rages around me. Something cold runs across my torso, but oddly warm at the same time. I let out a grunt, causing the sounds of both allies and enemies backing away to be added to the chaos around me. I fumble for my hammer. Someone tries to kick it away, but kicks my hand instead. I let loose another grunt and look up. My vision is still sticky with clotting blood, but I can make out the faint shape of an overly built man. I let out two fractured questions:
"Roran? Stronghammer?"
I start to use him to drag myself up, not caring about how it looked. Nor did I even consider how it may impact how people thought of me. Funny how I think about how I look now, even if I usually never did. I don't think Roran is thinking about it either. He seems to be stunned, unable to move.
I hear the swinging sound of a thin-long blade heading towards my general direction. I let go, stumbling away from the Stronghammer. I think he fumbles back, too. Something cool and red falls from my head. I think I can see a little clearer now, and my head is clearing up, too.
I sway, and look in the direction of the sword. My vision is definitely clear now. The sword is attached to the hand of an elf, with several strong emotions running across their face. I do not get their proper features. My mind runs too slow, and the cold across my torso seems to be inflaming as I stumble even more. All I can see is the moving sword, and feel the haze and cold on my torso and mind.
Something comes across my vision. A girl? Wait-
Suddenly, blood flies across my vision. Some fall into my partially opened mouth. The body turns towards me. Tanned skin, miscolored eyes that appear to shine in the dark.
No. No! NO!
Suddenly, I am stunned into reality. I open my mouth to scream, but something prevents me from crying out, as the head of a heavy hammer hits my spine.
Again, I fall to the ground, this time, on my knees, then once again, to the bloodied floor of the city. The haze and cold claim my mind again-and I am gone.
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Oh! Did I forget to warn you? I may sometimes just drop you in the action sometimes.