[ The smell of steel is a comfort and he tries to cling to it. Calm memories of maintaining his swords, lances, and armor. Calm being everything, but what he is feeling right now. Dimitri doesn’t even have the luxury of dying to get rid of this pain and it makes him want to scream.
One good thing about his hand and arm being what’s hurt is that he can’t cling to Lars and be even more embarrassing, or, worse yet, end up hurting him. Then there is the position he is in… Being coiled up is both boon and liability. It’s comforting, yes, but he also wants to kick out, stomp, or something to expel the rioting energy coursing through him.
What is wrong with these people? What sort of sorcery is this? How could people find this entertaining? No, he shouldn’t think like this. That’s only feeding the anger. ]
Nngh!
[ Another wave of pain hits and before he can stop himself one knee draws back and he kicks out—
In that millisecond he wonders how good Lars’ balance is. ]
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One good thing about his hand and arm being what’s hurt is that he can’t cling to Lars and be even more embarrassing, or, worse yet, end up hurting him. Then there is the position he is in… Being coiled up is both boon and liability. It’s comforting, yes, but he also wants to kick out, stomp, or something to expel the rioting energy coursing through him.
What is wrong with these people? What sort of sorcery is this? How could people find this entertaining? No, he shouldn’t think like this. That’s only feeding the anger. ]
Nngh!
[ Another wave of pain hits and before he can stop himself one knee draws back and he kicks out—
In that millisecond he wonders how good Lars’ balance is. ]