WE HAD HIGH HOPES || MUDSLIDE

[SirDio]

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

The stress was getting to him - deep blue/purple blood had begun to drip from his nose, the world had begun to turn around while he still stood. Suddenly Sojourn was snapped up, the force of the mudslide was close to becoming too much. Shit. His jaws unhinged and he screamed, one final push to keep the deluge of mud and debris at bay.

He knew he needed the strength to fly or he would get lost in the mud. Finally, with one last push to keep the majority of it at bay, he took to the sky, body struggling to bring him up. 'Byriath, prepare a headcount for me - Jormungand has Sojourn.' He called out and turned to fly to the safe spot. If only he could see straight, without the growing black spots in his vision.

//I'll be making an aftermath/headcount thread after this ^^//

— Reggan