𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

After the bullets grazed through the sand of the Western Thanalan field, ambushing the enemies meanwhile, hearing screams of young gladiators wasn't the first priority on the miqo'te's mind. His health was quickly failing, the wound from his chest was growing wider and wider and blood was bursting. At last, the bright blue-eyed gladiator found himself dropping to the ground and his skin turning a translucent white which where he had met his unsettling fate. He looks up at dark sky seeing an array of shooting stars spread throughout forming a beautiful galaxy up above. He puts his hand around his neck his finger pushing against the vein struggling to count out loud.

"80…70…60…40…sorry…Kurry". Closing his eyes getting ready to meet the sweet white paradise others call "heaven".

Promptly the gladiator's health shot up and felt his heart back to a sinus rhythm. His bruised rough skin returned back to his tan olive tone. D'axon couldn't believe it, he had just rose from the dead. This in fact wouldn't usually be a mysterious turn of events as every team is given a healer, however his teams healer had died tragically from the beginning. As D'axon realizes there is no time for him to process this mentally, he pushes the thought away and gets ready to go into battle.

His beautiful blue eyes twinkle in the bright beating sun and his red velvet colored hair shines for all to see, a malicious smirk lays upon his face. He began to reign terror on the enemies across from the desert, winning this great battle and maintaining a temporary peace across the nations.