05-27-2015, 12:27 PM
Samus didn’t stop running, even when the Light Arrow pierced her shoulder.
She didn’t know how, exactly, she kept running. Perhaps the power of this verse kept one alive longer. Perhaps it was some emergency function of the suit, or some survival instinct of the Metroid genes finding their way into her consciousness. She just kept running. Even after the sounds of her foes had long since faded into the distance, she kept running.
At the edge of her senses, the pain began to intensify. As she stopped, it hit her all once, bringing her to her knees and then to her side. She lay there, damp with blood and sweat, staring at the grass and taking long, ragged breaths.
She touched the bone still embedded into her abdomen and screamed. Was it better to leave it in or take it out? Perhaps if she had a medkit, some anti-septic, something to wrap it with.
She clutched at the sword, still somehow in her left hand. Stained with blood. The moment she’d seen the boy, she remembered where she’d seen the sword before. In that fight with Ganondorf, during the Battle of the Rathalos. Now they were allied? What sweet sickness. Perhaps that was why the sword had rejected him. She gazed at its light and felt something like intelligence shine from its depths. It hurt, just like she did. They were allies now.
She took the sword and used it to lever herself upwards. Her feet were numb. She glanced around to make sure nobody had heard her before stepping onwards. There was nothing for it. Following the road forward, she prayed for luck.
She didn’t know how, exactly, she kept running. Perhaps the power of this verse kept one alive longer. Perhaps it was some emergency function of the suit, or some survival instinct of the Metroid genes finding their way into her consciousness. She just kept running. Even after the sounds of her foes had long since faded into the distance, she kept running.
At the edge of her senses, the pain began to intensify. As she stopped, it hit her all once, bringing her to her knees and then to her side. She lay there, damp with blood and sweat, staring at the grass and taking long, ragged breaths.
She touched the bone still embedded into her abdomen and screamed. Was it better to leave it in or take it out? Perhaps if she had a medkit, some anti-septic, something to wrap it with.
She clutched at the sword, still somehow in her left hand. Stained with blood. The moment she’d seen the boy, she remembered where she’d seen the sword before. In that fight with Ganondorf, during the Battle of the Rathalos. Now they were allied? What sweet sickness. Perhaps that was why the sword had rejected him. She gazed at its light and felt something like intelligence shine from its depths. It hurt, just like she did. They were allies now.
She took the sword and used it to lever herself upwards. Her feet were numb. She glanced around to make sure nobody had heard her before stepping onwards. There was nothing for it. Following the road forward, she prayed for luck.
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