Argenti's Palace

[beautifulknight]

The stage is set they say;
They don their masks and shields,
Shadows creep and cover their minds;
Now, what beautiful role shall they play?

𝓜𝓮𝓵𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓷 𝓒𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮


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[ledbythewind]

[Even with the two Medias, Richard can feel at least one rib crack, and he tries to suck in a sharp, pained breath-- only he can't get the air in with that hand crushing him, and with his arms pinned to his sides, he can't try to attack with his blade either. This is definitely bad. He can't concentrate enough between the pain and the inability to breathe to attempt even a heal for himself; all he can do is hang there as his vision grows more and more fuzzy around the edges, his field of view growing narrower and narrower.

Until suddenly there's the sensation of falling, the ground rushing up at him with unexpected speed. The impact knocks what little air was left from his lungs, his rapier hitting the ground a few feet away. He's in no shape to attack right now, though he at least has the presence of mind to attempt a Tarunda on the beast.

Diarama? What's that?]

[beathollow]

( she's out of actions but don't mind her hovering nearby, worried... )

You'll be okay, I've got you.

[ledbythewind]

... I'm all right.

[He's not, but the instincts of a wounded animal don't fade away that easily.]