[ In the moment, Howl doesn't know where all his pain is coming from. There's the wound in his chest, but the burning sensation radiating out from it couldn't have been caused by a simple sword. Is this the effects of that strange light? Is it the cause of the pounding ache in his head, too? The disorientation...?
There's too much Howl doesn't know about what just happened for him to risk continuing this fight. He has a job to do, not just today but for the next several days, and dying would be the fastest, easiest, stupidest way for him to screw it up. That immovable sense of obligation, as artificially forced onto his psyche as it is, is the polestar that manages to shine through the clouds of confusion and pain.
Gasping through clenched teeth, Howl gives Dextera one last long, uneasy look before launching off the ground with a hard, powerful beat of his wings. Blood spills and splatters from his wound as he speeds away, mind still racing. ]
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There's too much Howl doesn't know about what just happened for him to risk continuing this fight. He has a job to do, not just today but for the next several days, and dying would be the fastest, easiest, stupidest way for him to screw it up. That immovable sense of obligation, as artificially forced onto his psyche as it is, is the polestar that manages to shine through the clouds of confusion and pain.
Gasping through clenched teeth, Howl gives Dextera one last long, uneasy look before launching off the ground with a hard, powerful beat of his wings. Blood spills and splatters from his wound as he speeds away, mind still racing. ]