Happy Life
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- I should have tried hitting him in the head..., - the young man sighs, lying on the sand. - But I didn't want to, out of solidarity. We need to conserve our dignity.
His hand tries to reach for the pack, not realizing that with punctured lungs, there's barely enough pressure to take a drag, but he doesn't have the energy for it.
- Good fight. It probably doesn't make sense to say it, but good luck in the final.
He throws a painful, but grateful look at the pirate, and moves to the infirmary/chair/wherever they take those who have lost HP.
His hand tries to reach for the pack, not realizing that with punctured lungs, there's barely enough pressure to take a drag, but he doesn't have the energy for it.
- Good fight. It probably doesn't make sense to say it, but good luck in the final.
He throws a painful, but grateful look at the pirate, and moves to the infirmary/chair/wherever they take those who have lost HP.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
