The Bazer screeched at Jin, thrusting its spear toward her. She pushed it away with her sword, following the movement with a quick cut the the creature’s fleshy snout. It was a small being, only rising to about her chest, but it was very broad. This one seemed a little maddened; it was stronger than the others, and had attacked her on its own. Very unusual for Bazers, who live and fight in groups.
The creature was unfazed by the hit. It kept attacking Jin, thrusting at her leg with surprising speed. Jin took a cut on her inner thigh, through her loincloth, and it began bleeding freely.
She had to act quick, before she lost too much blood.Jin forced adrenaline into her bloodstream and, clutching her leg with one arm and her weapon in the other, lunged at the creature. It was a sloppy move but Jin still pushed her sword through the Bazer’s chest. She quickly pulled it out and limped away, not bothering to wait for the creature to die.
Both hands clamped around her leg, Jin lowered herself to the mossy ground, leaning on a tree. She felt her head rush, and saw spots. She thought it must have hit a large artery. Jin cut her cloth and pulled it around the wound, as tight as she felt necessary, then she waited. She felt tired, her eyelids felt like dead weight, but she knew she should not fall asleep while bleeding. She called out to her partner, he wouldn’t be far.
The shouting made her even dizzier. She looked at the homemade bandage. Bright pink blood was starting to show through. Jin watched it, passively. The spot grew slowly at first, and then even slower. Jin used what energy she could find and lifted her hands. She slowly wrapped the cloth around a second time, and then tied it tighter.
Jin sat with her head slumped back when she finally heard a voice. “Hey! Where are you?”
Before she replied, Jin looked at her leg. A touch of pink stained the fabric. It must have clotted a little bit, the bleeding was slowing.
“Here, I am here.”
Salt found her. He looked down at Jin, her leg, the now shorter loincloth, her long black hair, and her dark face. She looked at him. He was wearing the same green shirt-loincloth garment a she was. His hair was cut shorter, pushing out from under a bandana, but he had the same dark skin as her.
Salt lifted Jin up and slung her over his shoulder.
“Woah, you need to stop building so much muscle, you’re getting heavy!” He laughed, “Anyway, don’t worry about your leg. Must have hit that artery, eh? We’ll get your sister… Jade on it. She knows the N’Tarial body, yeah? Actually, maybe you shouldn’t talk. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.”
The world was spinning, resetting and spinning again in constant repetition. Thankfully, Jin’s dizziness wasn’t getting worse, but it was beginning to make her feel nauseous. Salt crouched, picked up her sword, looked up at the dead Bazer, and stood again. He lifted Jin’s leg and then started walking back to the village.
Jin closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm of Salt’s footsteps. She knew she was safe now.
Daniel “Tehufn” Triumph
This one was inspired by something kind of dumb. I was cutting open a box downward, and I thought, “man I cut pretty close to my leg. Wouldn’t want to hit my femoral artery…” and it just developed from there.