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Blood dripped from the gaping wound of splintered ribs and torn flesh that had been forcefully separated by the pointed branch of wood that Demetri had managed to land on after being thrown clean through a few trees. A low groan escaped him as he shifted, a creaking filling the air before the eventual snap that dropped him to the floor. He heaved and coughed, spewing blood from his mouth as he clutched his chest and felt the rapid beating of his heart.
Laughter erupted from the thief, followed by more hacking and coughing. “Ah, dear Father, how merciful of you to have missed my heart~” He lifted himself to a knee and reached at the branch that still impaled him. Even with the soft tug, pain shot through his body, but it shifted easily. Through clenched teeth, the man gripped the tip of the branch and shoved it back through his chest, gasping and hoarsely croaking for air until he fell to his side and rolled onto his back.
Each breath burned in the right side of his chest, and his hands shook as he raised them to his face. Purposeful twitches began to tug at reality, and his senses began to dull. The pain was the last thing to be muted, and nothing past a stone’s throw was visible to him.
Even without the pain, the thief was barely able to stand and lean against the same tree that he fell from. It was a terrible act, the illusion slipping with each movement that he made to take off his leather jacket and toss it on the floor. With the already existing hole through it, he tore the rest of his shirt and tossed it along with it, before sliding down the trunk of the tree. In a quick, whip-like motion, he pulled his belt off of his pants.
Unfortunately, that was the easy part.
He took a deep breath, pulling back the illusion slowly as he stared at the bloodied hole in his chest, the grass beneath him soaked in red. Copper stung at his nose, and his vision blurred. Once the last façade of the illusion came down, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving as he adjusted to feeling the full rush of the injury. He spat blood through his teeth as he wrapped his wound with his bloody, sweat-soaked shirt, wincing and shivering through the agony before securing it with his belt.
In the distance, he could now hear the growls and roars of whatever battle was happening post aggressive-tree-hugging. Draping his leather jacket over himself, he slowly rose to his feet and fumbled with the compass in his pocket, then began his stumbling journey his way to his original objective.
With his vision almost doubling and his head pounding, it mattered not to dull his senses once more. Raising one hand, he stepped back into his illusion and held his Wingman with his other. It was quiet as he traveled, and he lost track of time as the glow on the ground showed that the sun was setting. A strong headache began to settle in, and It was then that the thief could hear footsteps behind him. Almost immediately, he turned and faced the sound, pulling the trigger of the revolver and hearing the shot ring out as it passed through the Mirage in front of him.
"Bam-to-the-boozle!"
Demetri could only sigh and close his eyes while he attempted to take a deep breath, bringing his armed hand in to hold onto what remained of his shattered lung to regain his composure.
“Ha-ha! You should have seen your face, it was hilarious!”
Damn that oversized scientist and shoving his face into that boulder! Ever since then, he kept seeing the trickster prank him as if he was being haunted by the bastard.
“Oh man, you look bad. I mean, real bad. Couldn’t have been your fault, though, because you didn’t do anything.”
Demetri attempted to use the illusion to cool off the headache, keeping his eyes closed as he stood still and took another breath, but found it only becoming worse.
“You were pretty useless back there, didn’t even distract that guy for anyone. But hey, you didn’t immediately die!”
“Can you shut up for one damned moment?!”
“Aw, poor Demetri can’t handle being tossed aside? Hurt your ego?” The voice coming from a woman this time.
The thief opened his eyes to see her again, his piercing gray eyes narrowed at her sneering look. Mirage was nowhere to be seen now.
“Did you even get a shot on him, or were you too busy playing with your cards?”
The thief began to storm off, trying to ignore her, but she continued to appear in front of him, playing with his mind at the edges of his vision.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s just a joke~”
She fell behind and appeared in front of him again.
“Stubborn as usual, too stupid to do anything except fool yourself into believing you are strong enough.”
The thief stopped and gritted his teeth in frustration.
“What, going to burn me away with your mind again? It’s not going to-”
Before she could finish her sentence, he had turned around and fired the rest of his magazine into her.
“-make you feel better.” The smirk hung on her lips like a painted figurine, similar to the mirage statue he held what seemed like ages ago. Demetri held his head low as the woman simply laughed at him, taunting him in his own mind as he struggled through this event. His fingers finally stopped tugging at his world and he let the entire illusion slip as the darkness of dusk enveloped him.
“Demetri.”
The thief raised his hand and pulled the trigger once more at the voice, hearing only the click of an empty chamber as he held the gun up to a familiar face.
“You seem unwell.” Anders was covered from head to toe in burns, and it was clear that it was wearing him down. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he stared down the barrel of the wingman. As the pain returned to his chest, the barrel swayed and his hands shook, before he flipped the gun around and held it out to his partner.
“Take it. I can’t make proper use of it anyway." He paused to look over his companion. "What happened to your weapon?”
Anders glanced to the side. “It was destroyed. It is no longer of any use to anyone.” Demetri could put two and two together as the Firebrand continued. “I saw that you were using your magic to numb your wounds. Is it efficient?”
Demetri could only give an annoyed chuckle. “Only if you can stand a bumbling fool and a cold-hearted bitch whispering in your ear.”
Anders seemed to give a slight frown, hesitating as he contemplated his answer, but the rogue interrupted him before he could speak.
“If we need to I will, let’s just get to where we need to go, before our good Father catches our scent again.”
Laughter erupted from the thief, followed by more hacking and coughing. “Ah, dear Father, how merciful of you to have missed my heart~” He lifted himself to a knee and reached at the branch that still impaled him. Even with the soft tug, pain shot through his body, but it shifted easily. Through clenched teeth, the man gripped the tip of the branch and shoved it back through his chest, gasping and hoarsely croaking for air until he fell to his side and rolled onto his back.
Each breath burned in the right side of his chest, and his hands shook as he raised them to his face. Purposeful twitches began to tug at reality, and his senses began to dull. The pain was the last thing to be muted, and nothing past a stone’s throw was visible to him.
Even without the pain, the thief was barely able to stand and lean against the same tree that he fell from. It was a terrible act, the illusion slipping with each movement that he made to take off his leather jacket and toss it on the floor. With the already existing hole through it, he tore the rest of his shirt and tossed it along with it, before sliding down the trunk of the tree. In a quick, whip-like motion, he pulled his belt off of his pants.
Unfortunately, that was the easy part.
He took a deep breath, pulling back the illusion slowly as he stared at the bloodied hole in his chest, the grass beneath him soaked in red. Copper stung at his nose, and his vision blurred. Once the last façade of the illusion came down, his hands clenched into fists, his chest heaving as he adjusted to feeling the full rush of the injury. He spat blood through his teeth as he wrapped his wound with his bloody, sweat-soaked shirt, wincing and shivering through the agony before securing it with his belt.
In the distance, he could now hear the growls and roars of whatever battle was happening post aggressive-tree-hugging. Draping his leather jacket over himself, he slowly rose to his feet and fumbled with the compass in his pocket, then began his stumbling journey his way to his original objective.
With his vision almost doubling and his head pounding, it mattered not to dull his senses once more. Raising one hand, he stepped back into his illusion and held his Wingman with his other. It was quiet as he traveled, and he lost track of time as the glow on the ground showed that the sun was setting. A strong headache began to settle in, and It was then that the thief could hear footsteps behind him. Almost immediately, he turned and faced the sound, pulling the trigger of the revolver and hearing the shot ring out as it passed through the Mirage in front of him.
"Bam-to-the-boozle!"
Demetri could only sigh and close his eyes while he attempted to take a deep breath, bringing his armed hand in to hold onto what remained of his shattered lung to regain his composure.
“Ha-ha! You should have seen your face, it was hilarious!”
Damn that oversized scientist and shoving his face into that boulder! Ever since then, he kept seeing the trickster prank him as if he was being haunted by the bastard.
“Oh man, you look bad. I mean, real bad. Couldn’t have been your fault, though, because you didn’t do anything.”
Demetri attempted to use the illusion to cool off the headache, keeping his eyes closed as he stood still and took another breath, but found it only becoming worse.
“You were pretty useless back there, didn’t even distract that guy for anyone. But hey, you didn’t immediately die!”
“Can you shut up for one damned moment?!”
“Aw, poor Demetri can’t handle being tossed aside? Hurt your ego?” The voice coming from a woman this time.
The thief opened his eyes to see her again, his piercing gray eyes narrowed at her sneering look. Mirage was nowhere to be seen now.
“Did you even get a shot on him, or were you too busy playing with your cards?”
The thief began to storm off, trying to ignore her, but she continued to appear in front of him, playing with his mind at the edges of his vision.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. It’s just a joke~”
She fell behind and appeared in front of him again.
“Stubborn as usual, too stupid to do anything except fool yourself into believing you are strong enough.”
The thief stopped and gritted his teeth in frustration.
“What, going to burn me away with your mind again? It’s not going to-”
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG
Before she could finish her sentence, he had turned around and fired the rest of his magazine into her.
“-make you feel better.” The smirk hung on her lips like a painted figurine, similar to the mirage statue he held what seemed like ages ago. Demetri held his head low as the woman simply laughed at him, taunting him in his own mind as he struggled through this event. His fingers finally stopped tugging at his world and he let the entire illusion slip as the darkness of dusk enveloped him.
“Demetri.”
The thief raised his hand and pulled the trigger once more at the voice, hearing only the click of an empty chamber as he held the gun up to a familiar face.
“You seem unwell.” Anders was covered from head to toe in burns, and it was clear that it was wearing him down. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he stared down the barrel of the wingman. As the pain returned to his chest, the barrel swayed and his hands shook, before he flipped the gun around and held it out to his partner.
“Take it. I can’t make proper use of it anyway." He paused to look over his companion. "What happened to your weapon?”
Anders glanced to the side. “It was destroyed. It is no longer of any use to anyone.” Demetri could put two and two together as the Firebrand continued. “I saw that you were using your magic to numb your wounds. Is it efficient?”
Demetri could only give an annoyed chuckle. “Only if you can stand a bumbling fool and a cold-hearted bitch whispering in your ear.”
Anders seemed to give a slight frown, hesitating as he contemplated his answer, but the rogue interrupted him before he could speak.
“If we need to I will, let’s just get to where we need to go, before our good Father catches our scent again.”