It all seemed like a blur to the Sunaku. As he maintained control over the Sand Worm he created he felt its combat with the Beholder, and how the other Kuro and the masked man who came to their aid disposed of it finally. He commanded the worm to now coil itself on the ground, cushioning the fall for the other Shinobi, before leaving it to slowly disperse back into sand. He needed to focus his energy on himself... he could feel the seal from Yume activating, starting to tend to his wounds. Still, with his sleeve was being covered in blood, he assumed he underestimate the severity of his wound...that or made it worse with his final attack. He also started to feel other lesser lacerations and bruises caused by the earlier attacks.
He always had a focused mind, often shutting down other things until he reached his goal. Which was the reason of his often moments of reclusion when he worked on his art, or his resolve to battle once he was really angry. He focused all his power and attention on Magnetica...and even from the distance he was in, he could see with alarming clarity just how her body was ravaged, her body denting and crumpling as if it was made from metal...his own technique ripping through her throat in the end...and that was what made him feel even worse. For him it was like in slow-motion, the visage of the flesh being ripped apart...even with how unnaturally her body reacted, it still made him feel uneasy.
Still, as he saw that people were gathering around the crater left form their attacks, a morbid sense of curiosity pushed him to slowly move forward. He saw people inspect the body, with Yume doing some sort of rite he had never seen before. The look and sound of ti seemed extremely surreal to him...and then there was Magentica, their, lying there, her body ravaged, her spirit broken. Such a high and might foe, now reduced to a fetal husk... and he couldn’t help but imagine his friends, or even himself in such a position. Where was the balance between controlling you power, and letting it consume you... were they all destined to fall like this, in combat, with little to no dignity?
His body and mind exhausted, He felt himself falling to his knee's just before Yume grabbed a hold of him. He tried his best to stand straight, but didn’t try to resist as she laid him down. feeling her hand on his stomach gave him a sense of relief, the blood slowing down. With a weak chuckle he would say "Doing worse than I thought I would be. At this rate, I’ll need to serve you a proper dinner with all the help you’ve been giving me. Thank you. I hope at least I was of some assistance to you earlier" mentioning the close he sent to her group as backup" he concluded as she wrapped his stomach in bandage. Soon after the other medics came and carried him of for more proper healing. He hoped the severity of his wounds was mostly in his head... he'd feel terribly lying in bed while everyone was busy with helping clean up the mess.
(Exit, heading for a Medical Thread)
He always had a focused mind, often shutting down other things until he reached his goal. Which was the reason of his often moments of reclusion when he worked on his art, or his resolve to battle once he was really angry. He focused all his power and attention on Magnetica...and even from the distance he was in, he could see with alarming clarity just how her body was ravaged, her body denting and crumpling as if it was made from metal...his own technique ripping through her throat in the end...and that was what made him feel even worse. For him it was like in slow-motion, the visage of the flesh being ripped apart...even with how unnaturally her body reacted, it still made him feel uneasy.
Still, as he saw that people were gathering around the crater left form their attacks, a morbid sense of curiosity pushed him to slowly move forward. He saw people inspect the body, with Yume doing some sort of rite he had never seen before. The look and sound of ti seemed extremely surreal to him...and then there was Magentica, their, lying there, her body ravaged, her spirit broken. Such a high and might foe, now reduced to a fetal husk... and he couldn’t help but imagine his friends, or even himself in such a position. Where was the balance between controlling you power, and letting it consume you... were they all destined to fall like this, in combat, with little to no dignity?
His body and mind exhausted, He felt himself falling to his knee's just before Yume grabbed a hold of him. He tried his best to stand straight, but didn’t try to resist as she laid him down. feeling her hand on his stomach gave him a sense of relief, the blood slowing down. With a weak chuckle he would say "Doing worse than I thought I would be. At this rate, I’ll need to serve you a proper dinner with all the help you’ve been giving me. Thank you. I hope at least I was of some assistance to you earlier" mentioning the close he sent to her group as backup" he concluded as she wrapped his stomach in bandage. Soon after the other medics came and carried him of for more proper healing. He hoped the severity of his wounds was mostly in his head... he'd feel terribly lying in bed while everyone was busy with helping clean up the mess.
(Exit, heading for a Medical Thread)
