[That crack shouldn't surprise Xingchen as much as it does since he's already on high alert dealing with these creatures. But it does and suddenly the wolf at his side is torn away, its claws leaving longer scratches as it goes. Xingchen falls to his knees and instantly grasps his arm with his left hand. It's hot and wet and he must be a terrible sight for whoever has come to his aid. His hand shakes.
He doesn't answer the voice right away, just grateful that someone was around to help. Otherwise, he probably would be dead. Sometimes things happen that make him realize he doesn't always want to die.]
I'm... It's been some time since...since I was wounded this badly.
[He breathes out in something that might resemble a weak laugh.]
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He doesn't answer the voice right away, just grateful that someone was around to help. Otherwise, he probably would be dead. Sometimes things happen that make him realize he doesn't always want to die.]
I'm... It's been some time since...since I was wounded this badly.
[He breathes out in something that might resemble a weak laugh.]