Time heals all wounds.
Or, more appropriately in this case, Omnilium heals all wounds.
Though it was far from a fast process, Zack could feel basic abilities beginning to come back. Severed tendons, though still weak, were at least reconnected. He could move limbs, though the pain was no less excruciating. At some point he was going to have to suck it up and power through the agony to get off this mountain. Might as well be now.
There was one small comfort, and that was the fact that he wasn’t alone. Not far from him was the powerful mage who had fought alongside him and the others. It appeared that they were the only two survivors, though it was not for any of their own merit. They had simply escaped the kill zone by being defeated sooner than the others. Just another quirk and unpredictability of the battlefield. Such was life.
“Gildarts!” Zack called out to his friend. The term “friend” might have seemed premature, given their slim interactions, but after the experience they had shared there was no way they wouldn’t stumble off Death Mountain with some sort of brotherhood established between them.
“Zack!” Gildarts returned the shout, still favoring his prosthetic appendages as he leaned against a boulder, for they made the pain slightly less unbearable.
“Hey, we gotta get the hell out of here!” Zack was straight to the point as even the effort it took to work his vocal cords was unbearable. Such a simple task now seemed like a great challenge to overcome. “Before that thing comes back. Are there any other survivors?”
“I don’t know,” Gildarts admitted, closing his eyes briefly. He blinked repeatedly, to remove the blood that pooled slightly on his eyebrows when he did. “I doubt it.”
Zack stabbed the Buster Sword into the ground, and shifted his fully body weight onto it as he managed to get to his feet. The massive blade served perfectly as a temporary crutch while he came to terms with the incredible feat that was standing on his own two legs. Blood continued to run down him, and he could actually feel it pooling inside his boots. Every open wound continued to scream as he put the intense demand of movement on his own body.
There was a barking sound, not entirely unlike that of a dog. Zack glanced over to see the Chain Chomp he’d lost mid battle hoping around wildly. The untamed beast didn’t know what to do with its newfound freedom, and Zack admittedly didn’t know how to manhandle it back into submission in his current state. When the metal monster came close to him, though, he pressed one foot down on its dragging chain. The Chain Chomp yelped in surprise, and Zack echoed it in pain. However, the monster was clearly tired from its shenanigans, as it paid no mind as Zack picked it up and returned it to its resting place on his belt.
With his arsenal recovered, Zack listened to the sounds of battle in the distance. It sounded like Volvagia was at the Goron village. That couldn’t be good.
“They’re still fighting,” Zack observed aloud. It was an obvious conclusion, but he felt the need to voice it.
“We’re in no condition to help,” Gildarts took his own turn stating the plain truth, but also contemplated the battle. “The others must have pursued it.”
“Yea, let’s worry about us,” Zack agreed, knowing there was no possible use they could be against Volvagia’s might in their current state.
The former SOLDIER ripped his massive sword from the ground, and stumbled over to his surviving ally. Gildarts looked up as Zack offered a hand down to him. A weak smile met a weak smile. Gildarts took his hand and they both groaned as Zack pulled the Crash Mage to his feet. They would recover, and they would move on, one step at a time.
Or, more appropriately in this case, Omnilium heals all wounds.
Though it was far from a fast process, Zack could feel basic abilities beginning to come back. Severed tendons, though still weak, were at least reconnected. He could move limbs, though the pain was no less excruciating. At some point he was going to have to suck it up and power through the agony to get off this mountain. Might as well be now.
There was one small comfort, and that was the fact that he wasn’t alone. Not far from him was the powerful mage who had fought alongside him and the others. It appeared that they were the only two survivors, though it was not for any of their own merit. They had simply escaped the kill zone by being defeated sooner than the others. Just another quirk and unpredictability of the battlefield. Such was life.
“Gildarts!” Zack called out to his friend. The term “friend” might have seemed premature, given their slim interactions, but after the experience they had shared there was no way they wouldn’t stumble off Death Mountain with some sort of brotherhood established between them.
“Zack!” Gildarts returned the shout, still favoring his prosthetic appendages as he leaned against a boulder, for they made the pain slightly less unbearable.
“Hey, we gotta get the hell out of here!” Zack was straight to the point as even the effort it took to work his vocal cords was unbearable. Such a simple task now seemed like a great challenge to overcome. “Before that thing comes back. Are there any other survivors?”
“I don’t know,” Gildarts admitted, closing his eyes briefly. He blinked repeatedly, to remove the blood that pooled slightly on his eyebrows when he did. “I doubt it.”
Zack stabbed the Buster Sword into the ground, and shifted his fully body weight onto it as he managed to get to his feet. The massive blade served perfectly as a temporary crutch while he came to terms with the incredible feat that was standing on his own two legs. Blood continued to run down him, and he could actually feel it pooling inside his boots. Every open wound continued to scream as he put the intense demand of movement on his own body.
There was a barking sound, not entirely unlike that of a dog. Zack glanced over to see the Chain Chomp he’d lost mid battle hoping around wildly. The untamed beast didn’t know what to do with its newfound freedom, and Zack admittedly didn’t know how to manhandle it back into submission in his current state. When the metal monster came close to him, though, he pressed one foot down on its dragging chain. The Chain Chomp yelped in surprise, and Zack echoed it in pain. However, the monster was clearly tired from its shenanigans, as it paid no mind as Zack picked it up and returned it to its resting place on his belt.
With his arsenal recovered, Zack listened to the sounds of battle in the distance. It sounded like Volvagia was at the Goron village. That couldn’t be good.
“They’re still fighting,” Zack observed aloud. It was an obvious conclusion, but he felt the need to voice it.
“We’re in no condition to help,” Gildarts took his own turn stating the plain truth, but also contemplated the battle. “The others must have pursued it.”
“Yea, let’s worry about us,” Zack agreed, knowing there was no possible use they could be against Volvagia’s might in their current state.
The former SOLDIER ripped his massive sword from the ground, and stumbled over to his surviving ally. Gildarts looked up as Zack offered a hand down to him. A weak smile met a weak smile. Gildarts took his hand and they both groaned as Zack pulled the Crash Mage to his feet. They would recover, and they would move on, one step at a time.