☹ ⇋ {Drowsy-n-Dutiful}
Injury Prompts: # 29: Torso Impaled
( @drowsy-n-dutiful )
As the dagger struck Dwyer in the chest, three more pierced the assailant’s knee, abdomen, and shoulder. Red. white. black flashed before the silver-haired butler’s eyes as his body moved on its own. Before he knew it, Jakob’s foot rested on the throat of a brutalized enemy soldier, a splatter of blood staining his proudly-donned servant’s garments the only thing that snapped him out of his rage.
His son. Where was his son?
Though he reached for his stave, he felt it snap in his gauntlet, devoid of any healing spell that could help now. Jakob rushed to his son’s side, analyzing the injuries. A bruise on the right of his torso, right between the ribs. The culprit’s dagger had already fallen out and lay inert on the bloodied battleground.
Jakob throws off his gauntlet, and singlemindedly guide’s Dwyer’s hand to the wound.
“Apply pressure. I’ll make a bandage.”
He spoke robotically, his focus unbroken, his rage white.
From the brutal battle just faced, he and his son were beset with busy work, leaving supplies limited. Dwyer had little to provide himself, save for a miniscule amount of medicinal herbs. Damned “rich” kingdoms can’t even provide their armies with decent necessities. Jakob tears off his sleeve with his free hand and his teeth, prepping the bandage for the wound.
