END OF ARC 1: DAY 169-170 DOWNTIME

[asgardmods]

[The first battle is over, but the second will begin any time. For two days, the enemy forces will remain on the other side of the battlefield, working on strategy and tending to their wounded. Both sides have taken heavy losses, and the Arena is full of the hurt and dying.

The battlefield itself has turned to a bloody, muddy mess. The elves will be asking the Army Engineers group and anyone else willing to help them lay timber and gravel out to make the ground easier to walk on for the next battle.

What will you do in your breathing space? Keep working, mourn your losses, or retreat from the horrors of war?]


[ooc note: This log takes place IC on Days 169-170/Nov 4-7. Please be sure you've read the plot post and the battle log's starting info thoroughly. Make absolutely sure that you include the day/rough time in the subject line of top-level comments, as well as if your thread is open or closed.

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Comments

[suppressthedark]

[Remarkably stubborn was the best description of Ichigo, really. He tenses a little at Malik's touch, but at least he's not dumb enough to try and move away.

...Like he really could right now, anyway.

Unfortunately, he's wandered a bit away from where most of the healers and doctors are, so it might take a while for him to walk over there.]

[singlehandedly]

[Might take a while? Doesn't matter to Malik. A few minutes is nothing, but don't expect him to break any possible awkward silence. He needs air for breathing right now, and for steadying this noviceinjured teen.]

[suppressthedark]

[I see what you did thereHe should be focusing on breathing and walking, but the awkward silence gets at him until he has to say something to break it.]

...Thanks.

[You know, for helping him walk. And finding him before he fell asleep, because that wouldn't have gone well.]

[singlehandedly]

[you see nothing. Plenty of ways to brush it off. 'wouldn't have heard the end of it from ezio', 'can hardly let you get out of the fighting', 'then who will I hire for a replacement', but he doesn't say any of that. He's tired, and it seems out of place during times like this. Dying is not a laughing matter. Not ever.

Not even here.]

It is nothing.

[And they march on. But it shouldn't be much further, now.]

[suppressthedark]

[He nods in reply, but he's used up his energy in just saying that one word, so now he has to focus on walking again.

Thankfully, They're finally there, and he manages to take the last steps and get to a chair all by himself, even if it does cause him to wince again.]

Nnhhh...

[He's in more pain than he lets on, honestly.]