The fallen hero slowly rose to his feet...Every square inch of his body hurt and the wounds stung like bees. Blood and rain dripped down his face and he wiped it smearing the bloody gash on his cheek.. The halfa stared ahead, one eye painfully swollen shut, the other barely staying open. He trembled as he stood, not from fear but from pain, cold, and weakness.
Extreme weakness...
I will not fall now..I will fight..And I will stand...
blah...you can ignore the lame story/description. Did I mention the fact that I hate doing rain? It's a pain...some of the blood could be better..meh.
This goes with the "Fallen" image. |
