Day One: Part 1

[Crona]

It had barely even registered Karl Jak's voice and looked around him before he was attacked. With a great heave, Crona managed to sit upwards after being unceremoniously tossed through the air. Had he stepped on a landmine of some kind, or had he been ambushed? At the moment, he couldn't tell, but whatever had happened made him wrack his body in pain, which was accompanied by a ringing in his ears and made his eyes water badly.

Well, not a such a great start.

The boy looked around for any sign of an attacker, but his impaired eyes didn't really reveal much more then the surrounding trees to him. He really hoped if there was someone out there, they wouldn't return, as the boy did his best to rub his eyes and soothe his badly burnt skin with his hands it became apparent to him that he couldn't afford to take another his like that.

At the very least, at least he could hardly hear Ragnarok complaining about Crona's idiocy over the ringing in his ears. The boy lets out the tiniest of smiles, at least theres one silver lining.

Gritting his teeth and holding his side while supporting himself on the tree he was hiding behind, he gave another quick look around for an attacker before moving as fast as he could in the opposite direction from the explosion, his unopened duffel bag in one hand and the other clenching tight to his side. No way he was going back to get vengeance with whoever blew him up, he wasn't in particularly good fighting condition. What he really needed was to regroup with his allies if he was to have a chance of surviving. Gilgamesh and the other Primes from New Babylon would have to be on this island somewhere, surely.

"WHAT THE HELL...IDIOT...DUMBASS...REGENERATE...STUPID..." Crona hears a few of Ragnarok's words through the ringing in his ears, but only one really stood out to him. Regenerate. True enough, thanks to the collar he had to wear on the island, he knew that most of his regenerative powers would be incapable of helping him. Still, the boy pushed on, it didn't quite help him much, but it didn't change the plan of regrouping, perhaps he would need some actual medical supplies for once, and as he looked down at his torn and burnt body, he knows he could use it.

Wait, what was his item? He hadn't even been able to check before he was attacked, he takes a moment opening up hoping for some bandages or any sort of healing salves, but instead all that was revealed was some sort of clear blue flask. He gave a defeated sigh, it didn't look like it was going to regenerate his wounds, but it was better then nothing.

He zips the duffel bag up again and continues on, a lake passing him by on the left and trees upon trees standing on the right, until he saw something that wasn't forest. Seemed like a young man, perhaps even a boy like him, with a gleaming metal bandanna adorning his face. It took only a moment to recognize one of his supposed allies from New Babylon, and even though every fiber in his body told him to run, this was about as close to a friend as he was going to get aside from running into Gilgamesh himself.

"Hey! The boy squeaks out, clearing his voice as well as he could before waving with a free hand. "You...uh, you're with Gilgamesh, right? He says as loudly as he could manage, though he still kept some distance. There was no hiding that he was injured, and there was no way he could defeat the Prime if it turned out he had sinister intentions. Unlikely, but such a possibility was always at the back of Crona's mind.