The Shield of the North [IC]

[Breitheamh]

Shad Human Grappler Fighter AC: 16 HP: 13/13 PPer: 12 PInv: 9 PIst: 12 Conditions: -- Concentrating: --

Shad stares out at the battle arrayed out in the harbor and the plains around Coldwater, shivering not just from the cold. The reality of the world she apparently lived in just kept punching her in the mouth. As her heartbeat began to betray her, the world shifting and turning as if before her very eyes, she swallows, the dryness of her mouth and the effort she'd been exuding leaving a coppery taste behind.

She squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, and takes a breath, begging herself not to cry. You're a fighter, dammit. You can't make 'em hit you somewhere else, you just put your hands up, and rock with the blows.

"I'm gonna see if someone can wrap this a little better," she says gesturing to her bandaged arm, her face pale with the fear she was keeping shoved down to avoid panicking while the battle still raged. "Then maybe get some water or something..."