Resting against the trunk on the ground was much better than leaning against it. The bark still hurt against his back however. He moved his hand slightly from his arm that he was putting pressure on to stop some bleeding from the nasty cut wound.
“A lot of places on my back is a mess. 3 places on my right leg. This spot and 4 other spots on my other arm. And about 2 places on my front.” He was a mess, but Emil probably already knew that. Though if he wasn’t a wreck and as emotional as a brick at the moment he might have rolled his eyes at Emil’s forgetfulness. Not now though. He couldn’t honestly care if Emil just now remembered he had an apple gel. He took it and muttered a thanks and ate it. He preferred the dish variant but he didn’t have room to complain.
“Right.”
Emil did not wait. He would not do so. His fingers gently moved, going forward to unfasten belts and tug away the scarf, resting it to the side. All this could wait. He just needed to focus on the bandages, the [ things ] which would stop bleeding and provide stability when moving. Once the shirt had come off, his next was to take off whatever was left of the bleedingmess which was tattered and broken cloth clinging to his arm.
“I’ll d-deal with your legs afterwards.”
It was a for-warning, just so that he knew he would. It wasn’t just because he couldn’t or was too embarrassed to, but rather a conscious choice. His hands then went, digging through his pack for salve, sliding stinging poltice which would cause some pain without second thought.
Ratatosk would be able to handle a bit of extra pain, if what he was going through now didn’t already tell one that.
The muffled gasp was all sound that could be uttered, spinning weapon in hand opposite direction in attempt to avoid maiming the blond. Momentum halted and reversed through the lieutenant off balance, stumbling to a halt. Dumbfounded was the stare given, incredulity fighting sheer annoyance for domination.
“What are you doing? Have you any idea the harm a Nova monster could do in the city? The protection of a beast so wretched—” Pause in speech was taken to spin blades again, parrying attack and knocking monster back. “—should hardly be the concern of anyone. The people should, or are you so concerned you’ve yet to see where you are?”
Emil had to be careful, back now to the beast, listening intently, trying to differ the sound of the young militia’s orders in comparison to the monster. Gliding upon his heels, he shifted across sands, around the attack, going directly for the man who parried it’s attack.
“Then p-protect the citizens!” Emil pleaded hoping that his idea would be taken into consideration in comparison to the alternative. “I can t-tame monsters! If you just give me a l-little bit of time, I can–”
Another crash ; they didn't have that time. Emil knew it, but he shot a plea-filled glance back to the man there before a sharp whistle extracted from pursed lips, calling the big wolf’s attention. Large body, larger than the blonde, just taller than Emil, green body turning and coming towards him. A flick of fingers, twirling and Orion gave a howl, trying to draw attention away from the people, away from everyone, no matter how successful he may be.
Emil sprinted off, his eyes focused on the Nova beast's negativity. The hatred swimming off the creature making the blonde’s head dizzy. “Come on … I’ve gotta … be able to do this. I h-have this for a reason."
He was having a hard time, even as he mumbled to himself,
monsters shouts of squishy things, getting in his way, causing a flinch from the blonde, yet he did not deter. Instead he followed with his own sword-swipes as well. They were not effective, for what they were. The motions meant to stun creatures, not destroy. Trying to, begging to, become more, protect all. Show creatures … maybe this wasn’t the way to be.
But how could he do it … with a pounding head full of the monsters dialect?
He swayed, unable to catch a movement from the creature, claws scraping down his side, leaving a gash along his side, pushing him off to the side.
