Whumptober Day 8: Back from the dead
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Nachin stumbles back, breathing hard as the battle still rages around him. The adrenaline is still coursing through him, the thrill of his victory starting to creep in. The slain emperor is right in front of him, and he’s waiting for Tariq’s army to notice their fallen leader. With any hope, they will retreat knowing that he is no longer, and Teyshir will be safe once more.
His hand shifts to his side, where Tariq’s sword slashed straight through his armor. It would have been a killing blow if his reactions were just a breath slower, and he’s grateful that it will only need a few stitches to properly heal. He dares to approach his fallen foe after a close examination of his injury, trying to stave off the thrill for a few moments longer to be certain of his victory. He knows he struck true: the blade pierced through armor and flesh, straight through the Azdian’s heart. He saw the blood spill from the wound, and he saw the man fall to the ground. Only the gods of old could survive such a blow.