Calling out as I hoisted myself up using the walls, the lack of a response was usually a bad sign based on my experience. However, I don't think we're under attack, seeing as there weren't any explosions or elements being swung around at this moment in time. Then again, my currently shvt hearing might be preventing me from detecting the usual sounds of struggle or minute movement that could mean the life or death of the people around me.
And based on the utter lack of people inside with me, I could only expect the worst. Hell, even Aria wasn't in her cot anymore.
"Fvcking hell..."
Limping towards my weapons, my limbs protested as I tried hoisting the Feuermischung in my arms. My forearms burned as the blade weighed like it was made of lead or something, my muscles protesting at the act before I found myself dropping the sword back to the ground with a muted clang.
Well... That's not gonna work.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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