Fight in the Frost

"FUUUUCCKKKKKK" came an agonizing wail form within the depths of the cave. It was almost as if he was hung over; in pain and unwilling to do much about it. There was a throbbing in his head, his shoulder and honestly his entire body. The cold, still chillier than most places in Drench; did very little to soothe his broken body. So he dramatically lay on his side, leg caked in dried blood and eyes trying to focus on the things around him. There was some improvement with his cognitive ability, yet he still wasn't entirely back to his usual obnoxious self. Dark lashes fluttered over his bright rust colored eyes, side heaving in a slightly laborious manner. It hadn't been too long since he had partaken in a battle with the iron-winged brute, but it was still recent enough that his body did not agree with him. He was exhausted and lethargic; and had absolutely no idea how to treat his wound. And so he was stuck where he was, whining like a tiny foal and pouting about his predicament. DON'T LET THE BASTARDS GRIND YOU DOWN

@Aurelia - Sorry for the wait!