Eivor was screaming, axe held high. He'd been ready to sink into some Saxon's head just moments ago and now here he stood. Panting heavily as the world about him spun wildly. His stomach ready to pitch itself over a cliff. Metal horses whirled by as he realized maybe to late that he stood in the middle of a black road, one almost collided with the large round shield he held close to his body out of habit. Sending the tall gent stumbling back a few steps.
He couldn't remember how many times this had happened to him, waking up in another... World, another time. This though was the first where he had been in the middle of raiding, and it showed. Eivor stood there still, shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he tried to get his bearings. The movement aggravating the arrow in his shoulder. Light armor bound body coated in splashes of blood from head to toe. Axe still raised out of pure reflexes. He shouted but it came out more of a scream than any coherent words. Desperately he tried to get his eyes to fully focus on his surroundings, but very quickly he was failing as he stumbled into the crowd on the sides of the road. People started screaming at him, realizing he was coated in blood. Parting like a school of fish as he fell to his knees. Shield clattering to the ground.
He couldn't remember how many times this had happened to him, waking up in another... World, another time. This though was the first where he had been in the middle of raiding, and it showed. Eivor stood there still, shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he tried to get his bearings. The movement aggravating the arrow in his shoulder. Light armor bound body coated in splashes of blood from head to toe. Axe still raised out of pure reflexes. He shouted but it came out more of a scream than any coherent words. Desperately he tried to get his eyes to fully focus on his surroundings, but very quickly he was failing as he stumbled into the crowd on the sides of the road. People started screaming at him, realizing he was coated in blood. Parting like a school of fish as he fell to his knees. Shield clattering to the ground.
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