He feels as battered as if he'd fought a hundred warriors barehanded, not simply been tossed through a storm and into a few solid objects; battered as he hasn't felt since the earliest years of his training. The breath feels punched out of him.
He wheezes in a breath, staring up at the shadowy forms above him. Three people, not attacking (yet), but dim. Is his vision, too, failing him?
--No. It's night. It's just night, in a realm where that means darkness.
With a groan, Thor rolls onto his back, and lets his eyes slip closed again.
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Date: 2012-05-19 07:05 pm (UTC)Ow.
He feels as battered as if he'd fought a hundred warriors barehanded, not simply been tossed through a storm and into a few solid objects; battered as he hasn't felt since the earliest years of his training. The breath feels punched out of him.
He wheezes in a breath, staring up at the shadowy forms above him. Three people, not attacking (yet), but dim. Is his vision, too, failing him?
--No. It's night. It's just night, in a realm where that means darkness.
With a groan, Thor rolls onto his back, and lets his eyes slip closed again.
Ow.