Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131127153935/@comment-6006054-20131127182217

Kenyon slowly regains consciousness, he notices a wet, sticky feel to the ash around him. He blinks as his vision swims, seeing the pool of blood staining the asha round him. He wonders whose it is. Then the dullness leaves his body and he barely holds in a cry of agony. He coughs. Specks of blood and ash spatter from his mouth, mixing into a crimson mud. Kenyon feels a sharp, weakening pain in his chest, he can barely breath. He slowly begins to recall what happened. The ashstorm. The airship. His sword. Kenyon realizes now what the pain in his chest is. The claymore has peirced his left lung. Kenyon trys to pull himself off of his immense sword. He is too weak and crashes back into the bloodied earth. He coughs again, blood drips from his nose and mouth. He realizes he is no longer wearng his helmet. He looks around, his vision swimming and pulsing. He closes his eyes from dizzyness.